The dominatrix, a vision in black lace, her curves accentuated by the delicate fabric, is not pleased. Her submissive's tardiness has earned him a session of extreme femdom. She commands him to kneel, his back straight, eyes downcast. She circles him like a predator, her heels clicking on the hardwood, her voice a low, dangerous purr. She brandishes her instruments of correction, each one a promise of the exquisite pain to come, as she prepares to indulge in her favorite kink - breaking a man's will.