The Strict Domme and Her Kneeling Slave

The lights in the exclusive fetish lounge are dimmed, and the scent of leather and lust fills the air. Before you stands the strict Domme in her shiny nylon stockings, a riding crop in hand, and beside her kneels her submissive slave, eyes lowered. The Domme smiles coldly and orders the slave to spread her legs wide in the sheer nylons. "Show Thomas your wet cunt and lick it properly, you slut," she hisses, tapping the crop against the slave’s thighs. The slave crawls closer at once, her tongue ready and fingers twitching, while the Domme fixes you with a dominant stare. What do you do now?