Master SAM's sissy kneels before him, begging for his touch. Master SAM, in his leather harness, teases the sissy with his crop, snapping it against the vulnerable skin. The sissy gasps, arching into the sting, craving more. Master SAM chuckles, "Greedy little thing, aren't you?" He traces the crop down the sissy's body, pausing at the bound breasts, "Tell me what you want." The sissy, breathless, "I want... I want you to fuck me, Master. Please." Master SAM smiles cruelly, "In time, pet. First, you must earn it."