The serf, collared and bound, stands before his mistress. She admires her handiwork, running her fingers along the leather, feeling the power it represents. He's hers now, completely under her control. She orders him to his knees, his hands behind his back, his head bowed. She can feel his breath, hot and eager, as she leans in, her voice a low purr, 'You will serve me, my pet. You will fulfill my every desire.' The room fills with the sound of their heavy breathing, a symphony of anticipation and submission.