In the dimly lit dungeon, your new mistress introduces you to your future. She's dressed in leather, her heels clicking on the stone floor as she circles you, inspecting her new toy. She snaps on a leash, attaching it to your collar, and orders you to crawl. You comply, your humiliation growing as you follow her commands. She leads you to a St. Andrew's cross, where she binds you securely. Then, she begins your training, using crops and floggers, marking your flesh with her dominance, readying you for the true purpose of your existence: to serve her every sexual need.