The dominant woman, clad in black leather, sits on her throne, her legs spread wide. Her submissive lover approaches, eyes downcast, hands bound behind his back. She beckons him closer, and he kneels between her thighs, inhaling her scent. She guides his head with a firm hand, pressing his face into her heat. He worships her, his tongue darting out to taste her, his lips and mouth working to pleasure her. She's impatient, her hips bucking against his face, her moans growing louder. She reaches down, grabbing his hair, pulling him closer, using him for her own satisfaction. She comes with a cry, her juices coating his face. She releases him, pushing him away, her eyes cold. "Clean yourself up," she orders, "and then we'll begin again."