The room is filled with the sound of flesh slapping against flesh, the submissive's grunts, and the mistress's commands. She watches, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction, as he follows her every instruction. She tells him to lick his fingers clean, to taste his own pre-cum, to feel the texture of his own skin. He does so, his face a mask of humiliation and arousal. She leans in, her breath hot on his ear, and whispers, "You're mine to command, my pet. You'll eat your cum for me, won't you?" He nods, his voice a low, eager murmur, "Yes, Mistress."