Bound at the wrists, the villein kneels before his Mistress, eyes downcast. She runs her fingers through his hair, then grips it tightly, pulling his head back. "You will pleasure me," she commands, guiding his mouth to her pussy. He eagerly obliges, lapping at her folds, his tongue dancing around her clit. She grinds against his face, moaning, before pushing him away, leaving him breathless and yearning for more.