The dominatrix wastes no time, her eyes burning with intensity. She grabs the slave's hair, pulling his head back, 'Look at me when I'm speaking to you.' She unzips her corset, revealing her lacy bra and the slave's eyes widen in anticipation. She laughs, a cold, harsh sound, 'You think you deserve to see more? Earn it, slave.' She makes him beg, makes him grovel, his body shaking with need and humiliation. She owns him, completely, and they both know it.