Bound and helpless, the slave kneels before his Mistress, her dominant presence filling the room. She grabs his head, forcing his face into her pussy, commanding him to "worship" her with his tongue. He obliges, his tongue lapping at her juices, as she grinds against him, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She pulls away, leaving him gasping for air, before spitting in his face, laughing as she says, "You exist only to serve my pleasure, slave. Now, clean up my spit like the good little dog you are."