"You are nothing but a piece of meat to me," hisses the dominant mistress, her heels clicking on the cold, hard floor. She parades her new plaything around, a collar and leash his only attire. The slave, eyes downcast, feels the humiliatrix's firm grip, her nails digging into his flesh. She orders him to perform degrading acts, her voice laced with sadistic pleasure. He complies, his body her instrument, his will her plaything.