In a dimly lit dungeon, a dominatrix sits on her throne, her new slave kneeling at her feet. She commands him to present his body, to become her personal piggy bank. She runs a gloved hand over his flesh, inspecting her new property. She orders him to pleasure himself, to prove his worth. His body responds eagerly, desperate for her approval. She laughs, a sound like thunder, as she plans his training, his humiliation, his endless service to her pleasure.