The air thick with anticipation, the dominatrix commands her slave to rise. She runs a critical eye over the quivering form, her smirk growing with each flaw she finds. "You will need much training," she muses, tracing a sharp nail down their chest. "But first, let's begin with something simple." She produces a collar, its metal glinting menacingly in the low light. "This is your new identity," she says, locking it around their neck. "You exist only to serve my pleasure now."