Gina Killmer, a vision in patent leather and fishnet, prowls around her trembling male conquest. She pins him down, her body pressing into his, her breath hot on his ear. "You exist to serve me, pet," she purrs. She forces his head down, her crotch grinding against his face. He struggles, but Gina's strength is unyielding. She laughs, a sound like a whip crack, as she pushes him harder, making him taste her, making him understand his place.