INT/DAY
A lavish palatial suite of marble and gold. Muffled grunts are audible in the distance as our camera pans over luxurious furnishings. The grunts get louder as we reach a small table and pan up it to reveal an ice bucket and bottle of champagne, opened. We focus on the detail of a bead of condensation on the bottle, before we pan past it and onto a large and ornate four poster bed beyond – its curtains drawn on all four sides.
A naked man is bound firmly, face up, to the posts of the bed. A fully clothed woman is riding his face. The camera pans up the bed, exposing the man luridly. He is muscular, in perfect physical condition, and has a very large penis that is painfully erect. He is caked in sweat and his skin is blotchy, showing signs of significant exertion for some time, his wrists and ankles are chafed around the ropes.
The camera starts to swivel and pan around the bed, panning up to concentrate on the woman. Her modesty is perfectly maintained by an immaculate blue dress which conceals not only her body but his face. She wears expensive necklaces above a conservative neckline. Her hair and makeup is immaculate, she very clearly has not broken a sweat. She seems to be enjoying herself but even in this moment maintains an elegant poise and dignity – she has not lost control of herself. She holds a half full glass of champagne in her left hand.
As the camera finishes its pan to settle on her face she finishes her own movement, raising the glass of champagne to her lips and throwing it back while at the exact same moment a sharp convulsion clearly passes through her. It lasts but a second, her composure is immediately restored.
She wordlessly and elegantly rises up off the bed, revealing the beautiful and youthful but bedraggled face of the man she had been faceriding. She starts to walk out of the room and the camera follows her
MAN (hoarse, bewildered, initially incoherent): hey…. wait a minute! … what about me?
Our queen (for who else could this be) stops instantly. But she doesn’t seem irritated. A mischievous smile appears on her face
QUEEN (voice neutral): but of course, how thoughtless of me
The queen turns around, picks the still half full bottle of champagne out of the bucket, throws it casually across the room where it smashes, and then empties the bucket of ice over the poor man’s groin. He starts to shout incoherently but his voice quickly fades from our ears as our queen purposefully strides out of the room
QUEEN: Guard!
A guard, close to seven feet tall with shoulders as wide as a barn door, immaculately attired in military uniform, appears as if from thin air by her side.
GUARD: Your majesty?
QUEEN (smirking): Today’s catamite seemed disappointed that he did not get fucked this morning. Perhaps you and your men could see to it that his wish is granted?
GUARD (no trace of emotion of any form in his voice): At once your majesty.
EXIT
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/u44gib/establishing_scene_for_a_villain_mfdom_bdsm_nc