In a dimly lit dungeon, a dominant woman, shrouded in leather, welcomes a new pet. She commands, "You are my bitch now," as she secures him in bondage, his arms stretched wide, legs spread, vulnerable. She begins with a stern spanking, the sound of skin meeting leather echoing in the room. Then, she introduces him to the cane, each stroke a sharp reminder of his new role. He moans, struggles, but she commands him to stay still, to take his punishment. She switches to a flogger, the tails dancing across his back, leaving red welts. He whimpers, but she's not done yet. She mounts him, riding him rough, using him for her pleasure. He's truly her bitch now.