The dominatrix's heels click a staccato rhythm on the cold stone floor as she approaches her slave. His hands, trembling with anticipation, lie flat on the ground. She smiles, her crimson lips parting to reveal a hint of teeth. She lifts her foot, the heel digging into his palm, grinding his bones. He moans, a mix of pain and pleasure, as she moves to his other hand, her feet dancing from one to the other, dominating, consuming.