Mistress Mel's white skin glows against the dark leather of her chair as she commands her new slave to worship her feet. The young man, his own skin pale and unmarked, tentatively begins, his touch growing bolder under her stern guidance. Mistress Mel's eyes gleam as she watches him, her appetite whetted. She retrieves a whip, the leather crackling as she brings it down on the slave's back, leaving a trail of red to match the blush spreading across his cheeks.