The stern, leather-clad dominatrix sneers at you, her pathetic subject. She circles like a predator, her heels clicking on the cold, hard floor. "You're a worm," she hisses, her voice dripping with disdain. She orders you to strip, to kneel, to grovel. You comply, your face a mask of humiliation. She runs her gloved hands over your body, pinching and slapping, making you her plaything. She commands you to pleasure her with your mouth, using you until she's satisfied, then discarding you like trash.