Slave I Am, bound and gagged, awaits their mistress's command. The room is adorned with BDSM paraphernalia, the scent of leather and sweat mingling in the air. The mistress enters, a riding crop in hand, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor. She runs the crop along the slave's body, leaving a trail of goosebumps. "Play with your toys, slave," she commands, and Slave I Am reaches for the horse dildos, their body writhing as they pleasure themselves, the mistress watching, her own desire growing, ready to take control and ride them into a night of depravity.