As the mistress gazed at her image she knew her power was absolute Her dominant presence filled the room making every submissive shiver in fear One unfortunate soul found himself bound helplessly awaiting her whims Her gaze promised both bliss and torment a fusion that few could withstand He was taught a lesson he would never lose Her sandaljob was a rite of submission a challenge of his loyalty The orbs represented his nuts a representation of his weakness in her grasp Each sandal pressed against him was a reminder of his station Her authority was total an unbreakable grip on his spirit He was her plaything to be used as she pleased his release hers to dictate Every action was calculated every word a charm The eggs again served as a harsh lesson of what awaited him if he resisted His enjoyment was hers to grant or to deny His resistance was vain his destiny sealed by her commands She savored his helplessness his despair her victory Even in submission he found a strange kind of joy Her dominance was a drug he craved He was hers entirely a ready victim of her commands The session left him reborn a new man forged in the fires of her power