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In a dimly lit dungeon, Miss Courtney, our British PVC goddess, begins her slave's harsh lesson. She's a vision in latex, her high heels clicking ominously on the stone floor. The slave, bound and vulnerable, watches as she selects a cruel cane from her array of tools. She traces it along his quivering flesh, from shoulders to calves, before bringing it down with a sharp crack. He winces, but Miss Courtney is just starting. She keeps a steady, brutal rhythm, her breath matching his pained moans. She pauses, running a gloved hand over his reddened skin, before continuing, "You'll learn to obey, slave. And this is how."