Kneeling on the cold marble floor, the slave's hands are bound securely behind their back, their eyes blindfolded. They feel the soft touch of a foot against their cheek, a command unspoken yet understood. They lean in, their breath warm against the master's skin, their tongue darting out to taste the first hint of salt. They take their time, exploring every toe, every arch, every curve, their own body throbbing with desire as they lose themselves in the intimacy of this act of submission.