She loved watching him squirm under her gaze This was their routine a game of submission and desire. He knew his place. Her hand slowly moved to her strap on. A wicked smile played on her lips. Then she mounted him. His body arched in pleasure and pain. She rode him with expert precision. The room filled with their moans. He adored the scent of her. Every movement was a promise of deeper pleasure. She loved the way he begged for more. She owned him completely. This was their love their twisted devotion. He was a beautiful mess. Her art captured for eternity. His training was complete for the night. Always her devoted slave.