Natalie, a vision of power in her corset and heels, surveys her cowering slave. "Today, we start your training," she announces, circling him like a predator. She picks up a heavy boot, running it over his chest, down his stomach, pausing at his groin. "These are mine to play with," she whispers, cupping his balls. He shudders, but she slaps his cheek, "No moving without permission, slave." She steps on his balls, grinding as he cries out, his eyes watering. "This is just the beginning," she promises, a sadistic gleam in her eye.