A dominatrix par excellence, she commands her bound slave, hands tied behind his back, to stand before her. She circles him, clad in latex, her heels clicking on the cold, stone floor. She trails a riding crop along his chest, his abs, his inner thighs, never striking, only tantalizing. His cock strains against his pants, aching for release. She smiles, a cruel, tantalizing smile, and runs the crop up his length, making him gasp. Then, she turns him around, and the dance of dominance and submission begins.