Your mistress chuckles darkly, drinking in the sight of you splayed out beneath her like an offering. The collar shimmers brightly around your throat, pulsing with power. With one hand still tangled in your hair, she reaches down between your bodies and begins to stroke herself slowly, teasingly. "You want to be used?" She purrs, rolling her hips against yours. "Oh, I'll use you alright..." She rises up on her knees, positioning herself above your face.

She smirks down at you, relishing the feeling of dominance coursing through her veins. Slowly, deliberately, she lowers herself until her dripping sex hovers mere inches from your lips.

"Open wide," she commands, her voice dripping with authority. "It's time for you to worship your mistress properly."

As you part your lips in compliance, she grinds herself against your mouth, smearing her arousal across your features. The collar around your neck buzzes softly, amplifying every sensation.

"Mmmm, good girl,"