"Stand up straight, slave," the dominatrix commands, her voice echoing in the dungeon. She's dressed in black latex, her boots polished to a shine. She runs her fingers over the chastity cage, a wicked smile playing on her lips. "This," she says, "is going to be your home for the next two days." She helps you into it, her touch firm yet gentle. She locks it, the click of the lock echoing like a gunshot. She steps back, admiring her new slave, ready to begin his training.