In a dimly lit room, a submissive man awaits his Mistress's orders. She enters, her heels clicking on the hardwood, her voice firm and commanding. "I need to know you can follow directions," she says, her eyes locked onto his. She orders him to strip, to kneel, to present himself to her. She wants to see his obedience, his devotion. She wants him to cum for her, but only when she says so. She wants his body to be a canvas for her pleasure, dripping with his own release. She wants a test of his will, of his ability to serve her completely.