The Song Of Obedience.

In a shadowy underground chamber, she remains poised and alert, anticipating his orders. She serves as his obedient submissive, and despite the unease and shame overwhelming her, she complies with every directive he issues. Performs any act he requires. With restrained wrists, she is compelled to fondle her own form. He focuses intently on her ample, rounded bosoms dangling back and forth for fifteen minutes before her. He instructs her to grip and tug them harshly. Knead them until they're sore and throbbing. She obeys instantly and without pause. Her fingers plunge profoundly into her tender folds, thrusting inward and outward, paused solely by stimulations of her sensitive nub. Under his guidance, she smacks and strikes her own flesh, probing a digit far into her rear entrance as he insists. The welts on her plump, glowing buttocks reveal her unwavering commitment. She drives herself into a wild ecstasy. Her senses are heightened and exposed, quivering with every contact. Yet he withholds her ultimate release. For that ecstasy, she has to endure and plead until he decides to permit her climax.