A pungent, alluring scent fills the room as the mistress takes her seat, her pussy already dampening her sheer panties. She watches her submissive, bound and gagged, squirm at the aroma of her power. She leans in, her breath hot on his ear, "Can you smell it, pet? The scent of your mistress's dominance?" She trails her fingers along his chest, leaving a wet, intoxicating trail, before settling them between her legs, rubbing her clit, the wetness growing.