Janmaso, blindfolded and bound, awaits Lilly's touch. She enters, her heels clicking, her presence commanding. She runs a cane along his body, making him shiver. 'Count,' she orders, and with each stroke, he does, his voice trembling. She pauses, letting him feel her breath, her fingers tracing his erection. 'CNFM today,' she whispers, 'You'll scream, but won't cum.' She resumes, the cane meeting his flesh, his cries filling the room, his body writhing, desperate for release, but Lilly's in control, extending his torment, his pleasure.