Lukas, a fresh face in the BDSM scene, is about to receive his first lesson from a true mistress. The dominatrix, a tall, curvaceous woman dressed in all black latex, towers over him, her heels sinking into the plush rug. She snaps her fingers, and Lukas promptly kneels, his eyes cast downwards. She circles him like a predator, her voice a low, commanding purr, "You will address me as Mistress." Lukas swallows hard, feeling the power dynamic shift as he utters, "Yes, Mistress." The mistress smiles, a cruel, hungry smile, as she retrieves a riding crop from a nearby rack. She trails it along Lukas' shoulder, his arm, his back, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. The lesson has begun.