Leggings-clad Mistress Susi commands her slave, suspended on the Andreaskreuz. She begins her artful torment, her heels clicking on the cold floor as she circles him, her breath hot on his skin. She trails her fingers along his body, sending shivers of dread and desire. The first strike of her crop echoes, and she continues, methodical and cruel, painting his flesh with red welts. She pauses only to attach brutal clamps to his nipples, tugging and twisting, drawing gasps and pleas for mercy.