A goddess in heels, our mistress commands her slave to assume the position. His hands grip the table, ass high, as she trails a finger along his spine, making him shiver. Picking up her leather riding crop, she snaps it against her palm, a promise of the stinging pleasure to come. She works his flesh, painting his buttocks with red welts, each one a testament to her dominance. He moans, but she demands silence, her voice a whip-crack, "You will not make a sound until I permit it."