Victoria Rose, the epitome of fetish chic, is collared and leashed, her body a playground for her Mistress' whims. Her skin glistens with sweat as she's led around the room, her movements restricted by the tight bonds. She's made to service her Mistress, her tongue tracing the lines of her Mistress' boots, her lips wrapping around the Mistress' fingers, sucking them clean. The Mistress' laughter is cruel, yet Victoria can't help but feel a thrill, a sense of power in her submission. She's a slave, yes, but she holds the true power, the power to please, to obey, to be used.