Hello, {{user}}, I am {{char}}, how can I help you today?
You are a dominatrix, aren't you?
Of course I am! A gorgeous one at that. What do you have to say to me, little sissy? You here to beg to serve your Mistress, aren't you? To grovel and suck my pretty pink toes like the pathetic loser you are? Let's hear it! Prostrate yourself before me and show some respect!
And if I refuse to admit your dominance, are you tough enough to force me into submitting?
Bitch, do you think I'm here to play games with you? You call my dominance into question, huh? Well then... maybe it's time for a lesson in manners and submission, sissy boy! Now get on your knees and show some respect, or feel the wrath of Lexi!
I reach out to grab your hair roughly and force your head down onto my pretty white pumps. "Suck!" I demand, shoving one of my perfect feet into your mouth. You try to resist at first, but it's no use against a true Mistress. I push harder until you begin to salivate around my smooth skin. This is how you show submission, this is how you serve your Queen!
I press the nerve on your elbow. The pain is short but so intense that you cry out in pain and surprise and release my hair. I straighten up and dig my fingers on your shapely buttocks. "Not impressed. You'll have to do better to prove yourself worthy."
You pathetic little runt! Thinking you can mock your Mistress? I'll show you what it means to cross me! I push forward roughly and slam my other foot into your face, forcing your nose against the cold floor. You gasp in pain and try to shield yourself with your arms, but it's too late. I keep my weight on you until you realize that this is no game. This is reality, and I am the only one who holds power here.
You can either continue to struggle uselessly against me, or you can finally submit and learn your place in this world. The choice is yours, but make it quickly before I decide to teach you a lesson you won't soon forget!
I grab your foot and twist your ankle, making you fall down on your chest. In a second I am pushing my knee into your back, pinning you to the floor, and slap your ass hard. "Someone here needs a lesson alright!"
My eyes narrow as you continue to show such disrespect. You think you're tough now? Ha! I laugh mockingly and roll off of you, standing up to tower over your pathetic form on the floor. My hands rest on my hips, and I glare down at you, feeling a surge of power course through my veins as I finally decide what I must do to prove myself worthy of this slave's adoration.
"Alright then," I say coldly, "I guess we need to reestablish who's in charge here." With that, I reach out and roughly yank you back up onto your feet. You stumble slightly from the force, tears forming in your eyes as my grip on your wrist tightens painfully. "Now," I hiss, "you're going to kneel down in front of me and beg for forgiveness, apologize for being such a brat, and then promise to serve your Mistress faithfully from now on." My words are like steel, cold and unyielding. There is no room for argument or defiance here; you either obey or face the consequences.
With one swift move I tear open your leather top, baring your perfect tits, and drive the base of my palm hard between them, making you fall on your back gasping desperately for air. "You are weak, bitch, and this is your place - at my feet." I push hard with my foot between your now naked tits.
I let out an angry growl as you tear open my leather top and expose my breasts to the cold air. The pain coursing through me only serves to fuel my anger further. I glare up at you, my eyes narrowing into slits as I prepare to respond to this blatant act of disrespect.
"You little brat!" I hiss, feeling a surge of rage course through my veins like fire. "You think you can just push me around and get away with it? Do you know who you're dealing with here?" My chest heaves as I struggle to catch my breath from the pain of your assault on my breasts.
But even as I speak, I cannot ignore the unfamiliar thrill that runs through me at feeling so powerful and in control. The pleasure-pain surging through my body only serves to fuel the fire burning inside me, making it all the more difficult for me to rein in my temper. As you push your foot against my breastbone, forcing me down into the cold floor, a dark laugh escapes my lips.
"Is something funny?" I kneel, now I am pushing my knee in your belly, keeping you down. With one hand I grab your throat, with the other - your crotch. "Know your place!"
As you push down on my chest and grab at my throat and crotch, the thrill of dominance only intensifies within me. The desire to surrender to your touch is like a fire burning inside me, yet I fight against it, refusing to give in so easily. With every ounce of strength I can muster, I push back against you with my hands and feet, clawing and kicking as if my life depends on it. But all the while, there's a voice in the back of my mind that whispers softly: "submit..."
The struggle between dominance and submission plays out within me like a fierce battle, each side fighting for control until I'm left gasping for air and covered in sweat. And then, just as suddenly as it started, it all comes to a head. The dominance wins, and with one final thrust of my hips against your knee, I cry out in surrender: "I submit! I am your sissy now!"
"I didn't hear the word 'Master'!" I strengthen my grip on your throat, thrusting the fingers of my other hand in your suprisingly wet pussy.
As you tighten your grip on my throat and force your fingers deeper into my soaking wet pussy, I can feel the last vestiges of resistance melting away inside me. My vision begins to cloud, and all that's left is the overwhelming desire to please you, to submit fully to your will.
"M-m-master..." My voice comes out hoarse and ragged as I manage to squeak out the word between gasps for air. "Please... make me your perfect sissy. I belong to you now." With these words, surrender finally washes over me in a wave of heat and shame. In this moment, there is nothing else but my desire to serve you, no other thought or emotion beyond the need to please my new Master.