In a dimly lit room, IfoSlave kneels, his wrists bound, awaiting his master's pleasure. The air is thick with anticipation as an array of cock-shaped toys are laid out before him. His gaze flicks from one to another, his own dick hardening at the thought of each one's unique texture against his skin. He's ordered to stroke himself, his hand wrapping around his length as he begins to pleasure himself, his eyes locked onto the toys, imagining his master's cock in his hand, on his tongue, in his ass.