Kneeling before his Mistress, the slave feels her cool, dominating presence. She runs a leather-gloved hand over his body, pinching his nipples, slapping his face. "You exist for my pleasure," she hisses, fitting a chastity belt around him, the cold metal a stark contrast to his hot, eager flesh. She attaches a thick, heavy chain to the belt, pulling him along like a dog on a leash. "This is your training, my pet. Learn to serve, learn to suffer."