Lellou, dressed in nothing but a candy-striped jockstrap, is made to kneel before Mistress Daveen. She circles him, her heels clicking on the hardwood, her voice a symphony of commands. "Taste," she orders, offering him a candy cane. He bites, the sugar exploding on his tongue. She smirks, running the candy down his chest, his abs, his cock hardening at the touch. "Good boy," she purrs, before binding his wrists with a silky, candy-cane striped rope, ready for the feast of BDSM delights to come.