She leads me into the dungeon room and introduces me to her assistant who is also attractively attired in a red latex minidress, stockings, and heels. The Vinyl Queen and her assistant instruct me to refer to them as “My Queen” and “Mistress” respectively, and warn me that if I screw up, I am in for severe punishment. This evening, My Queen and her assistant plan to photograph and videotape me in all kinds of humiliating positions, while I perform the most degrading and unspeakable acts for both of them. My Queen reminds me that I now exist solely for her enjoyment and pleasure; that I am her playtoy, and that she has complete control over my every word and action. With those instructions, she gives me a rather firm squeeze on my scrotum and asks me if I understand. Mistakenly, I say “Yes, Mistress” instead of “Yes, My Queen”, and she immediately tightens her grip on my privates, warning me not to screw up again. Next, My Queen and The Mistress proceed to chain me to the St. Andrew’s cross, spreading out my arms and legs. I am positioned in front of a mirror and can see myself and the two of them, all of us dressed in delicious latex. My Queen flips up the front of my rubber miniskirt and asks, “Well, what have we here?” Now she can see the swollen member which was formerly in her grip. She reminds me that as Denise, I no longer have a penis or anus, but insists that we refer to them as a clit and a pussy. She begins to spank my clit with her hand and moves gradually up to the riding crop and flogger which provides a progressively greater and more intense sting. My Queen is a true expert in CBT and knows how to calibrate the sensation she is administering to my clit to her extreme delight. Meanwhile, her assistant snaps several photographs of this activity as I am splayed on the St. Andrew’s cross.