Mistress Zabava, her big tits straining against her corset, watches you squirm in your new surroundings. She commands you to kneel, her feet inches from your face. You comply, your eyes drawn to her shaved pussy, barely concealed by her sheer stockings. She runs a gloved hand through your hair, "You like that, don't you? My pussy, my control." She clicks her heels together, signaling you to start your worship. You tentatively kiss her feet, your hands exploring her toned calves. She laughs, a sound that's equal parts cruel and exhilarating, "Oh, we're going to have so much fun, my new pet."