In the sleek, dimly lit dungeon, Mistress Lola Fae reclines, her heels resting on Jack Vegas' back. She commands him to crawl, to serve, as she recounts her day's work: "You know what I did, slave? I watched you rob a bank. For me." Jack, her human footstool, shudders with humiliation and arousal. He worships her feet, his tongue tracing her arches, as Lola recalls the thrill of watching him, her puppet. She grows wet, her pussy aching for more control. She commands him to lick her ass, to make her cum, as she plans their next exploit.