Bound and vulnerable, slaves hang from the ceiling, their bodies swaying gently like instruments awaiting their maestro. Mistress, resplendent in leather and latex, strides in, her heels clicking a staccato beat. She picks up a cat-o'-nine-tails, its tails whispering through the air like a conductor's baton. With each lash, a symphony of squeals and moans rises, her slaves' bodies dancing to her tune. She commands, they obey, their pleasure and pain her symphony, their bodies her instruments.