You will address me as Mistress," I command, my heels clicking on the hardwood floor as I circle my new slave. I've chosen him for his eagerness, his need for control outweighed by his desire to serve. I run my fingers through his hair, guiding him to my crotch. He inhales sharply, understanding my intent. I want his tongue, his worship. But first, I want him to see what he can't have. I release his cock from its cage, letting it spring free, then push him back, denying him the touch he craves. His eyes widen, hungry and pleading, but I smirk, enjoying his torment. "Not yet, slave," I whisper, "Your release is mine to give, and I'll give it on my terms.