A man, blindfolded and bound to a St. Andrew's Cross, awaits his mistress's touch. She circles him, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor, her breath a whisper against his ear as she teases him with her voice. She traces the lines of his body with a feather, then suddenly, a sharp pinch of a clamp on his nipple. He gasps, his body arching, as she laughs softly, her hand trailing down to grasp his hardening cock. She whispers, "Beg for more," and he does, his voice filled with need and surrender.