Daveen's fingers trace circles around her slave's nipples, pinching and twisting until he gasps. She laughs, a low, sultry sound, and binds his arms tighter behind his back. "You're mine to play with," she whispers, her breath hot on his ear. She clamps a leather collar around his neck, the metal D-rings clinking together. "You'll wear this, and only this, when I summon you." She tugs on the leash, leading him to a Saint Andrew's cross. His body trembles with anticipation as she secures him, his back arched, chest heaving. Daveen steps back, admiring her work, before picking up a flogger, ready to paint his body with her art.