The dominatrix's lair is filled with the scent of leather and the echo of moans. She stands, a statuesque figure in a corset and stockings, her heels sinking into the plush rug. Her slave boy, clad only in a jockstrap, kneels before her, his body a canvas of marks and welts from their previous sessions. She takes his chin in her gloved hand, tilting his head up to meet her gaze. "Today, we begin anew," she whispers, her voice velvety yet laced with steel. "Today, you learn to truly serve."