The dungeon is a symphony of leather, metal, and moans today. A new slave is to be trained, and Mistress is eager to mold him into her perfect plaything. He's naked, vulnerable, hands bound behind his back. She approaches, her heels echoing in the stone chamber. She runs a gloved hand over his body, pinching his nipples, slapping his ass, making him flinch. "You're mine now," she purrs, her voice like velvet and thunder. She picks up a crop, flicks it against his thigh, leaving a red mark. "Let's begin your education, slave."