A mistress in black lace and silk, her stomach taut, breasts straining against the fabric, stands over her trembling slave. She runs her hands over her body, a sensuous dance, a tease. The slave, bound and blindfolded, feels every curve, every valley, his senses heightened. Her belly, her breasts, they're not just flesh, they're mountains to climb, oceans to drown in. She leans in, her breath hot on his ear, "Worship." And he does, with every fiber of his being, his obedience, his desire.