The dominatrix, a vision in black latex, has her new prey at her mercy. She ties him to a chair, his arms bound behind him, legs spread wide. "Comfortable?" she asks, a smirk playing on her lips. She runs a crop along his inner thighs, making him flinch. "Good," she purrs, "because we're just beginning." She teases him, running the crop over his hardening cock, never quite touching where he wants her to. She leans in, her breath hot on his ear, "You're mine now, slave. And I'm going to enjoy breaking you in."