Kneeling before her, the bound male's eyes are forced open, a mirror reflecting his subjugation. His Mistress, clad in latex, prowls around him, her voice a stern symphony. "You exist for my pleasure," she reminds him, tracing his lips with her crop. She mounts him, facing the mirror, her reflection watching as she takes him. Her hips move in slow, deliberate circles, her breath hitching as she nears climax. She leans back, her hands on his thighs, her eyes locked onto his reflection. "Come for me," she orders, and he does, his cock pulsing, his body tensing as he surrenders to her will.