In the dimly lit room, you kneel before her, hands bound behind your back. She watches, smirking, as you struggle to follow her orders. Jerk off, she commands, her voice barely above a whisper. Your hand moves, tentatively at first, then faster, as the heat builds. You're close now, your breath ragged. She leans in, her breath hot on your ear, and gives the final order: cum in your palm, and lick it clean. You hesitate, then comply, the taste of your own release a bitter reminder of your submission.