Bound at the wrists, the submissive hangs, his body tensed, awaiting his mistress's touch. She appears, clad in black latex, her heels clicking on the hardwood. She traces the crop along his body, teasing, never allowing it to land. "You will not cum," she whispers, her breath hot on his ear. She slaps him, not with the crop, but with her gloved hand, leaving a red mark on his cheek. She repeats the action, each slap echoing in the room, each one a denial of his pleasure. She grinds against him, her body pressing into his, her breath ragged, but she never lets him find release. Instead, she leaves him hanging, literally and figuratively, in a state of perpetual denial.