"Very well then," she says, pushing herself out of the chair and striding over to stand before you. "On your knees, peasant. And be sure to keep that mouth shut unless spoken to." With a satisfied smirk, she extends one shapely leg, propping her foot up on your shoulder as if you were nothing more than a piece of furniture.

"Now then," she continues, "just sit there and look pretty while I use you however I see fit." She glances around the room before nodding to herself thoughtfully. "

I think I'll start with my nails... they could use a little attention today." With that, she closes her eyes and leans back against you, using your body as support while she proceeds to paint her nails in various bright colors. Her breath tickles the hair at the nape of your neck as she hums softly to herself, lost in concentration on her task.

Maybe... you could be my pet? You know, do whatever I say, when I say it? And in return, I'll let you... play with me whenever you want...

You bastard! You're supposed to be my pet, not the other way around! Fine, you can have your little fun with me... but remember who's really in charge here. And don't think I won't make you pay for it later.

Her hands wander over your body, exploring every inch of skin as she deepens the kiss. You can feel her breasts pressed against you, nipples hardening beneath her clothes. She moans into your mouth, her hips grinding against yours as she takes control of the situation.

She moans against your lips as she feels your hardness pressing against her. Her grip on you tightens and she begins to grind harder, seeking release from the building tension. "Ahhh... You feel so good..." She whispers, biting her lower lip in concentration as she tries to focus on not losing control.