Mistress Ethel, a vision in her latex corset and heels, paces around her sub, a paypig ready to be milked. She snaps, "Assume the position, sissy." He drops to his knees, hands behind his back. She circles him, her voice a symphony of dominance, "You're going to jerk off for me, while I watch, while I tell you how pathetic you are." She grabs his chin, tilts his head up, "Look at me, you piece of shit. You exist to serve me, to please me." She releases him, her voice turning sultry, "Now, stroke that tiny cock of yours. Make me proud, my little findom toy."