In the dimly lit dungeon, King Calvin, a towering figure of power, awaits his submissive, King Mark. Mark enters, his feet already sore from the chastity device, his anticipation palpable. Calvin orders him to worship his feet, Mark's tongue tentatively touching the dominant's soles, his nose inhaling the musk. Calvin grins, enjoying the sub's discomfort, and orders him to the St. Andrew's Cross. Mark's wrists and ankles are bound, his body stretched taut. Calvin begins the CBT, his hands cruel yet precise, making Mark squirm and moan. The night is far from over, and Mark's ordeal has only just begun.