A dominatrix's studio is filled with the sounds of whimpers and the smell of fear as she begins the rigorous training of her new slave. "You will learn to serve, to obey, to crave my touch," she commands, her voice as sharp as a whip. She leads him through a gauntlet of torment, from the stinging kiss of a crop to the electric jolts of a violet wand. She forces him to watch her pleasure herself, denying him the same release until he's a quivering, begging wreck. This is the path to enlightenment for the pathetic little slave, and she is his guiding light, dark and cruel as it may be.