"You are my personal sex slave until I break you" growls the stern dominatrix, her heels clicking on the cold stone floor of her dungeon. She begins your training, binding your wrists and ankles, flogging your flesh until it bears her crimson marks. You're forced to your knees, her towering heels inches from your face, as she commands you to worship them. Your tongue traces the leather, your breath hot on her skin, but she's not satisfied until she's reduced you to a quivering, pleading mess.