Mistress Mina, a vision of exotic allure in her latex catsuit, towers over her trembling slave. She runs her nails along his flesh, leaving trails of goosebumps and anticipation. She selects a long, thin cane from her collection, the wood cool and smooth in her hand. She brings it down, a sharp crack echoing through the room, as she marks his flesh. He squirms, but she holds him firm, her strength unyielding. She watches, entranced, as his skin blossoms with red lines, her pussy throbbing with each strike. She scratches at his wounds, mixing their fluids, marking him as hers.