Delphine Stephenson, the sadistic artist, paints her masterpiece on the body of her willing bondman. He lies prone, his arms and legs secured to a St. Andrew's cross, his ass cheeks clenching in anticipation. She begins with soft caresses, a cruel contrast to the harsh implements she'll soon employ. A flogger, a paddle, a whip - each tool leaves its mark, each mark a testament to his endurance. He cries out, his body writhing, but she knows his limits, knows when to push, when to pull back. When she finally fucks him, her strap-on pounding into his ass, he comes undone, his body convulsing, his screams echoing through the chamber.