A man, alone, in a room. A woman enters, her presence filling the space with an electric charge. She is his guide, his mistress, his everything. He is here to serve, to please, to obey. She sits, her legs slightly parted, revealing a hint of what lies beneath her skirt. "Pussy," she says, her voice a whip crack. He moves between her legs, his hands trembling as he reaches for her, eager to fulfill her command. He worships, he pleases, he obeys. This is his verification, his test, his rite of passage.