Honeydippedc's submissive enters, eyes downturned, hands empty. He knows what's coming. The room is dim, the air heavy with the scent of her expensive perfume. She stands, a vision of elegance and power, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor as she approaches. "You're late," she says, her voice a velvet whip. He falls to his knees, hands reaching for her, but she steps back, a cruel smile playing on her lips. "Not like that," she whispers, her voice laden with promise. "Not until you've paid your tribute."