: With a flick of her wrist, Mistress V tightens the collar around subK's neck, reminding him of his place. She parades him around the dungeon, his naked body on display, his cock hard and aching. She runs a sharp nail down his spine, making him shiver. She orders him to his knees, his face inches from her leather-clad pussy. He obeys, eager to please, his tongue darting out to taste her, but she denies him, pushing him away. She strides over to a St. Andrew's Cross, and with a cruel smile, orders him to assume the position.