The Master, a sadistic smile playing on his lips, orders his servant to the St. Andrew's cross. The servant, his heart pounding with a mix of fear and excitement, assumes the position. The Master, running a gloved hand over the servant's body, teases him with the promise of pain and pleasure. He traces the servant's muscles, his touch light as a feather, before suddenly bringing down a whip, leaving a red mark on the servant's ass. The servant gasps, but the Master knows he's just getting started.