The submissive, bound and blindfolded, kneels before her, his anticipation palpable. She circles him, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor, her voice a velvety whip cracking commands. She drags a riding crop along his inner thighs, making him shiver. She strokes him, her touch feather-light, building him up only to cruelly pull away. She makes him confess his darkest desires, laughs at his pathetic pleas, and makes him worship her feet while she ignores his aching cock, keeping him in a state of constant, frustrated arousal.