In a dimly lit dungeon, Daveen's slave kneels, eyes downcast, ready for his mistress' pleasure. She commands him to worship her feet, her calves, her thighs, inching closer to her dripping sex. His tongue darts out, tasting her, driving her wild. She guides his head, impaling herself on his eager tongue, riding him until she's spent. Then, she feeds him her juices, her fingers coated in her essence, before ordering him to clean her thoroughly, his devotion complete.