A trembling wretch, you kneel before your stern mistress, her heels clicking ominously on the cold floor. She sneers, "You are nothing but a little bitch to me," as she snaps her riding crop, the leather kissing the air. Your training begins, her domination absolute. She commands, you obey, your body learning to crave her cruel touch. Bound, gagged, and helpless, you're reduced to a mere plaything, her pleasure her only concern. Your pain, her ecstasy.