Frederica Hill, the epitome of femdom, rules her chamber with an iron fist. Her slave, a mere plaything, is made to kneel before her, his eyes cast down in submission. Frederica, her voice a whip-crack, orders him to perform CBT on himself, his cries of pain echoing through the room. She watches, a sadistic gleam in her eye, as he suffers for her amusement. But Frederica is not content to simply watch. She takes over, her hands cruel and demanding, pushing her slave to his limits, his cries of pain and pleasure intertwining in a symphony of her making.