Mistress Godiva, a goddess of power in her red latex, oversees her submissive's every move. His eyes never leave her, his body trembling with anticipation. She circles him, her heels clicking on the hardwood, her voice a symphony of commands. "Strip," she orders, her gaze never leaving his. He complies, baring his body to her. She runs a single, sharp nail down his chest, leaving a trail of goosebumps. "Now," she purrs, "show me how much you want to please me." He drops to his knees, his hands eager on her boots, his tongue ready to worship.