Mistress's new pet is a quivering mess, but she loves breaking them in. He's bound tightly, his breath ragged as she circles him, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor. She runs a gloved hand over his body, pinching and squeezing, his flesh responding with goosebumps. She picks up a riding crop, snapping it against her palm, the sound making him flinch. "You will learn to take my touch, my pet," she purrs. She trails the crop down his back, then snaps it sharply against his ass, leaving a red mark. He gasps, his cock hardening despite the pain. She smirks, "Good boy. You're learning."