With a cruel smile, your Mistress seizes your chin, forcing you to meet her gaze. "You will address me as 'Mistress' from now on, slave." She runs a sharp nail down your chest, leaving a trail of goosebumps. Your punishment commences with a flurry of strikes from her crop, each one echoing through the room and sending jolts of pain and pleasure through your body. You whimper, but she silences you with a glare, her voice a stern, "Silence, slave. Your suffering pleases me."