A thick beam supports the weight of two bound, naked slaves, their arms stretched high above, legs spread wide and tied to the floor. They're gagged, their eyes filled with tears of pain and pleasure. A domme, her body a symphony of muscles and tattoos, stands over them, a wicked smile on her face. She runs her hands over their bodies, pinching nipples, stroking thighs, making them quiver with anticipation. She picks up a cat-o'-nine-tails, and with a flick of her wrist, she sends it lashing out, the leather tails biting into their flesh, leaving them gasping and writhing in their bonds.