She's his keyholder, his tormentor, his goddess. She spends the weekend taunting him, dressing in revealing outfits, making him watch as she pleasure herself. She denies him even the simple comfort of touching himself. He's her plaything, her toy, existing only to serve her pleasure. His orgasms are hers to command, and she uses that power to reduce him to a whimpering, desperate wreck, begging for the mercy of release.