The dominatrix, clad in black latex, surveys her new slave, ready to begin his transformation. "Today, we start," she announces, her voice a velvet whip. She introduces him to the sting of her crop, the bite of her clamps, the chill of her metal toys. He's made to lick her boots, to kiss her whip, to pleasure her while bound in intricate, restrictive ropes. She teaches him to take her strap-on, to beg for more, to crave her touch. "You're mine now," she whispers, her eyes gleaming with power, "and I'm going to make you the perfect pet."