The submissive's safe word is forgotten as the dominant male takes control, his rough hands binding her to a wooden St. Andrew's cross. Her breath hitches as he trails a feather along her skin, the anticipation agonizing. Then, the real punishment begins. The dominant, clad in a harness that accentuates his powerful physique, picks up a cane and strikes her soles with brutal precision. Each strike elicits a cry from the bound beauty, her body convulsing, but her master's cruelty only intensifies. He leans in, his breath hot on her ear, "Your pain is my pleasure, my pet." She whimpers, but she's his, completely, utterly, and she wouldn't have it any other way.