A bronzed goddess reclines on her throne, her legs spread wide, a wicked smile playing on her lips. Before her, a trembling sissy, dressed in frilly panties and a collar, awaits her command. She crooks a finger, beckoning him closer. "My pet," she murmurs, "you know what I want." He nods, his eyes cast down, and reaches into his panties, pulling out a tiny, gold key. She takes it, her fingers brushing his, and slips it into the lock of his chastity cage. "Now," she says, her voice like thunder, "worship."