Caught red-handed, you're now at the mercy of your dominant mistress. She commands you to your knees, your eyes never leaving the floor. She unzips her leather pants, revealing her throbbing, neglected clit. 'You'll worship it,' she growls, 'with your mouth, your tongue, your hands.' You comply, your hands trembling as you stroke her soft, velvety skin. She guides you, her moans filling the room, her juices coating your fingers. But this is just the beginning, she warns. Your true punishment is yet to come.