The room is filled with the scent of leather and the soft hum of a vibrator. W, clad in a form-fitting catsuit, bends the bound man over, his ass presented like an offering. She runs a gloved finger along his crack, feeling the heat radiating from him. She smirks, knowing he's ready, eager even. But she's in control, and she intends to draw this out, to make him beg, to make him plead for her touch. She teases him with the vibrator, bringing him close, then backing off, again and again, until he's a sweating, panting mess, begging her to fuck him, to make him come. But W is ruthless, unforgiving, and she won't give in until she's ready.