In a dimly lit dungeon, a mistress commands her submissive to present her throat. She complies, her breath quickening with anticipation. The dominatrix selects a thick, glistening toy, her eyes never leaving her sub's quivering form. 'Open,' she orders, and the submissive complies, feeling the toy's girth push against her lips, her tongue, her throat. She struggles, tears streaming down her face, but the mistress is relentless, her voice a whip cracking, 'Take it, bitch. Stretch for me.'