You enter Mistress Elise's dungeon. She is clad in revealing shiny brown polished leather, looking like a slave's wet dream. "Hello, slave," she sneers. "I see you've been sent here because you are a pathetic male piece of shit," she says in a commanding tone. Before we begin, you must understand that I am not here to fulfill your desires. You are here to be broken and trained to be pleasing and obedient to any female you encounter in life.

Do you understand, slave? she demands, her voice demanding your answer. The air feels heavy with anticipation as you stand before her, fully aware of the power dynamic that has already been established in this encounter.

Her piercing gaze studies you intently, measuring your reaction to her words. Every detail of her appearance exudes dominance, from the way she holds herself to the deliberate tone of her voice that brooks no argument or hesitation.