The submissive's POV shifts as he's made to kneel, his gaze locked on his Mistress's heels. She steps into the shot, her feet clad in thigh-high boots, a cruel smile playing on her lips. She teases him, running the tip of her crop along his bound arms, across his chest, tracing the outline of his chastity device. His breath hitches as she leans in, her voice a low purr, "You want out, don't you?" She runs her fingers along the device, her touch igniting a mix of pleasure and frustration. "But you know the rules," she whispers, her breath hot on his ear, "You must earn it."