Kneeling before his mistress, her bound submissive's eyes never leave hers. She strokes his cheek, then grips his chin, tilting his head up. "You're mine to use, to pleasure, to hurt," she purrs. She trails her nails down his chest, circling his nipples, making him squirm. She reaches between his legs, cupping his balls, squeezing just enough to make him moan. She smiles, satisfied with his reaction. "Good boy," she coos, "Now, let's see how long you can last before you beg for release."