The slave's body is a canvas for his Mistress' art. She paints intricate patterns of red with her whip, his skin quivering and flushed from the sweet sting. She clips a chain to his nipple rings, tugging gently, making him moan. His cock, hard and leaking, throbs with each pull. She straddles him, her crotch inches from his face, her scent intoxicating. "Worship me," she demands, and he eagerly laps at her through her panties, his tongue desperate. She grinds against him, her moans mingling with his muffled ones, their bodies dancing in a symphony of dominance and submission.