A rookie submissive, blindfolded and bound, is led into a room filled with the scent of wax and the soft hum of a vibrator. His dominant, clad in all black, guides him to a St. Andrew's Cross, where he's secured and left to await his fate. The dominant circles him, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor, her voice a low purr as she describes the evening's plans. She starts with a feather, tracing it along his skin, making him shiver. Then, she moves on to a riding crop, the sting of it making him gasp. But it's the wax that truly tests his limits. She drips it onto his chest, the heat intense but fleeting, leaving him craving more. The night is young, and the dominant has many more toys to introduce to her eager pupil.