The slave, trembling with anticipation, is led to a small room filled with mirrors. Mistress Vixen, clad in leather and lace, orders him to strip. She watches, amused, as he struggles with his desire, his cock straining against the unforgiving cage. "Look at you," she purrs, circling him like a predator, "trapped, helpless. You can't even touch yourself without my permission." She runs a gloved hand along his body, making him shiver. "But don't worry, pet. I'll make sure you're well... trained."