Our sweet innocent, bound by the constraints of polite society, finds solace in the forbidden. She's adorned herself in a corset and stockings, a mirror image of the bondage gear her mistress uses on her. She's eager to explore, to feel the rush of power and submission. She masturbates, her fingers plunging in and out of her tight, wet pussy, her other hand holding a riding crop, trailing it across her skin, leaving red welts. She imagines her mistress, the snap of the crop, the sting of the impact. She's a slave to her desires, her body writhing, her cries echoing in the empty room as she comes undone.