In Lucy Hart's dungeon, Daisy Ducati reigns supreme, her new slave, Tristan, at her mercy. Daisy, clad in leather, commands Tristan to worship her feet, his tongue tracing her heels, soles, and toes. He's a eager, his hands bound behind him, his cock already swelling. Daisy teases him, ordering him to stroke himself, but not to cum. She smirks as he struggles, his body trembling with need. She torments him with a vibrator, pushing him to the brink, only to deny him release. Daisy's dominance is absolute, her control over Tristan's pleasure and pain exquisite.