Mistress Sol, a dominant force, uses her employee as her personal plaything. She commands him to kneel, his face mere inches from her towering heels. She spits, the globule landing on his cheek, trailing down to his chin. He dares to look up, earning a resounding slap. She chuckles, "Stupid boy, think you can displease me?" She spits again, this time catching him square on the nose. He whimpers, but she silences him with another slap, "No noise, slave. Just take it." She continues, her saliva dripping onto his face, her slaps echoing in the empty office, until he's a mess of spit and red welts, her perfect plaything.