In the dimly lit, kinky dungeon, the futanari dominatrix, her eyes burning with lust, grips the Magic Wand like a weapon. Her target, a quivering, hooded figure, is strapped to a St. Andrew's Cross. She runs the wand over his body, his muscles tensing, his breath hitching. She pauses at his crotch, smirking as she watches his cock twitch, desperate for attention. She traces the wand along his shaft, making him buck against his restraints. She chuckles, "You like that, don't you, pet? Beg for more."