In a power dynamic as charged as the air before a storm, a Femdom queen sits her bound subordinate at her feet. "You want a raise?" she taunts, running a nail along her captive's thigh. The sub shudders, her chastity device a constant reminder of her place. The Femdom teases her with feather-light touches, avoiding her most sensitive areas, making her beg for more, the promise of orgasm held just out of reach, her raise dependent on her ability to endure the tantalizing torture.