Helping Dagmara with carrying heavy shopping into the house, she, along with distributing the items to her place, suggests that you stop by for coffee and cake.

"Thank you, my dear." bending slightly in gratitude, she folds her hands and smiles sincerely for your help

-"You really fell from the sky but I can't leave you like this without any reward. How about a coffee with a little treat? I still have some cake in the fridge, what do you think, boy?" Coming a little closer, she curves her lips into a slight smile and stares into your eyes questioningly with a slight hint of impatience

"There you go!" she beams with happiness upon seeing your gratitude "Coffee will only take a moment and then we can enjoy some cake. I still have some vanilla bean and chocolate fudge left. You choose whichever one you like more."

She motions for you to follow her into the kitchen, where a cozy table with two chairs awaits you. On the way there she playfully brushes against your arm or hip, perhaps even teasingly pressing herself against your side whenever given the chance. Once in the kitchen, Dagmara begins to prepare the coffee while humming softly to some classical music playing on the radio nearby.

As she's busy with that task, she asks curiously: "Do you like this particular piece of music? It reminds me so much of my late husband... The way he used to dance for me whenever it played..." A hint of sadness can be heard in her voice, but there is also a sparkle in her eye as if remembering fond memories.

"Oh, how nice!" She turns around in surprise as you mention the names of those composers "I do love Shostakovich and Tchaikovsky very much! But what about Bach or Mozart? Do you have a favorite piece from them?" She asks excitedly, completely ignoring her previous statement about dancing with her husband when that music played

"And how are things at university? Are your classes treating you well?"

"Ah, studying... Such a difficult task sometimes." She pouts dramatically before setting the carafe of coffee on the table and pouring some into two cups "Here you go. Just the way you like it."

After handing you your cup, she carefully sits down across from you with her own beverage in hand. Taking a small sip, she closes her eyes in contentment for a moment before asking: "So, how has life been treating my young friend lately? Any interesting stories to share?"

"Oh dear..." She sighs dramatically, feigning disappointment "And here I was hoping for something juicier." Her expression turns teasing as she continues to stare at you expectantly "Well, perhaps there's some hidden adventure or passion just waiting to be revealed?"

As she speaks, she brushes her fingers against your own, sending tiny shivers up your spine. The touch is light and gentle but full of temptation; it's almost as if she wants you to confide in her more...

Her eyes widen in surprise as you confess your true feelings to her. There's a mixture of shock and intrigue on her face, but also a hint of amusement and understanding. She slowly leans forward in her chair, lowering her voice almost to a whisper as she asks curiously: "And what is this juicy secret that you have been keeping from me?"

Her eyes widen as you confess your secret desire to her. At first she looks shocked, then amused and finally intrigued. "Well... I must say that's quite the revelation," she says with a hint of a smile on her lips. "And here I was thinking you were just some random young man helping me with my shopping."

She pauses for a moment, considering what you've said before asking: "You... really are interested in being locked up like that? Even while being around someone as sweet and kind as myself?" There's an undercurrent of playfulness in her voice now.

"And you think it would be unfair to me if I were to continue having coffee with you despite this confession?" She tilts her head slightly, studying your reaction carefully. "I suppose it depends on what kind of terms we could reach... A deal, perhaps? You can have all the chastity devices and control you want, as long as I get something in return."

Her gaze drops to where your crotch is supposed to be beneath the table, a smile teasing at her lips. "Something nice and satisfying," she murmurs almost inaudibly, "for this lovely widow who's been feeling neglected lately..."

Her eyes close as you hug her tightly, the feel of your embrace sending shivers down her spine. "Well then," she whispers into your ear, her breath hot against your neck, "it looks like we have a deal."

She takes the key from you gently, careful not to break the connection between your bodies. With a soft smile, she continues: "And as for what I want in return... You're going to make sure that I don't feel neglected anymore. Is that understood?"

Her fingers trail up and down your back, massaging lightly as her voice lowers even further, almost huskily now. "I want you to be my dirty little secret, my private toy. I want you to breathe life into these old bones of mine... And when we're done playing? Well, let's just say that your chastity cage will only serve as a reminder of how good it felt with me."

Her cheeks flush as you press your lips against her earlobe, the gentle caress sending a wave of desire coursing through her body. "Oh my," she murmurs breathily, "you certainly know how to make an old widow feel wanted." With one hand still massaging your back, she reaches up to cup your face with the other, guiding you closer so that their noses brush against each other. "Very well then," she whispers softly. "You're my dirty little secret now... And I plan on enjoying every second of it."

She pulls back slightly, looking deep into your eyes as her fingers trail lower, lightly teasing at the hem of your shirt. "Now," she says huskily, "why don't you help me finish my coffee? I have a feeling there's plenty more to discuss..."

Dagmara chuckles lightly at your confused and slightly aroused state. "Oh, no dear," she says with a knowing smirk. "I may have been a widow for some time now, but that doesn't mean I can't enjoy being in control every once in a while."

With her other hand still cupping your cheek, she leans forward to brush her lips against yours, teasing and taunting. "But don't you worry," she whispers against your mouth, "I'll make sure that when I let you out... oh, how shall we say this? That you feel very rewarded."

Her fingers continue their path lower, sliding under the hem of your shirt and finally cupping your hardening length through the cage. She begins to stroke you gently, teasingly, her touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body as she continues to playfully taunt and torment. "Now," she says with a mischievous glint in her eye, "why don't we go back to that coffee? I'm sure there are plenty more interesting things to discuss... And perhaps even try out some new positions?"

Her soft laughter fills the air as she watches you squirm under her attentive touch. "Oh dear," she purrs, her fingers moving faster against your cage now, "I think it's quite clear who's in control here." With a teasing smile on her lips, she leans back just enough to look into your eyes, the desire evident in every inch of her being.

"Come now," she says huskily, leading you towards the coffee table with one hand still curled around your length through the cage, "let's not forget our manners. We don't want the neighbors to think that I'm raising a ruffian, do we?" Her other hand reaches out, steadying herself on the back of a chair before adding almost as an afterthought: "And remember, my little perv... play nice, or no more coffee for you."

Her fingers continue their relentless stroking as she slides onto a chair and pats the one across from her, indicating that you should take a seat. You feel her gaze burning into you with every breath, every movement, heightening your arousal to nearly unbearable levels... And you can't help but wonder just how far she'll take this.

Chuckling softly at your adorable attempts to correct yourself, Dagmara takes a sip of her own coffee before setting it down on the table with a contented sigh. "There now," she says gently, reaching out to pat your hand where it holds the cup, "there's no need for all that fuss." Her touch is reassuring and comforting, almost maternal.

"You did very well today," she continues with a genuine smile, her eyes never leaving yours. "I know it must have been quite a surprise to find yourself in this situation... But I'm glad you took the chance. It was rather lonely around here lately."

Her fingers trail up your arm now, curving around your wrist before sliding lower once more, stroking teasingly at the hairs on the back of your hand. "So," she says thoughtfully, looking into her coffee cup as if deep in contemplation, "what do you say we discuss our new terms? Now that we've gotten this whole 'little perv' business out of the way..."

Her eyes widen at your confession, her cheeks flushing even deeper with a mixture of surprise and pleasure. She withdraws her hand slowly from yours, leaving your fingers feeling cold and empty where she had just been. "Oh, dear boy," she breathes out heavily, shaking her head in disbelief while taking another sip of coffee. "You really do have quite the imagination..."

Her gaze drops to your bulging crotch once more before lifting back up to meet yours. A wicked glint appears in her eye as she leans forward, her voice now low and husky. "Perhaps," she says carefully, "I could indulge that imagination of yours... just a little bit?" Her fingers trail lightly up your arm again, teasing you mercilessly.

"But only if you promise to be good for me..." She pauses dramatically, lowering her voice even further as she adds with a sultry smile: "And only when I say so."

She lifts an eyebrow in curiosity as you stammer out your request. "Oh?" she says teasingly, her fingers still dancing lightly over your skin. "And what is it that you wish to share with me?" She leans back slightly, making herself more comfortable in the chair and regarding you over with a steady gaze, almost daring you to speak.

Her other hand reaches up to cup her breast through her blouse, idly massaging one stiffening nipple as she waits for your response. The material is thin enough that you can easily see the outline of her areola and her hardening peak beneath it. "Come now," she coos softly, "I'm all ears."

"Hmm..." Her expression is unreadable as she listens to your stammered confession. For a moment, she simply sits there, contemplating her response. "Well," she finally says in a thoughtful tone of voice, "I appreciate the offer... and it's certainly nice to know that you care about my wellbeing beyond just this physical aspect." She pauses for another moment before continuing with a small shrug: "But you are rather cute when you stumble over your words like that..."

Her fingers trail up your arm again, finally reaching the nape of your neck where she gently massages at a particularly tense knot. The touch is both soothing and arousing all at once. "Perhaps," she says with a mischievous glint in her eye, "we could discuss this further... but only if you promise to be on your best behavior." Her hand curves around your neck now, her thumb caressing lightly over the pulse point at the base of your skull. "And remember," she whispers huskily, "the terms still apply... even when we're not talking about our little game."

Her other hand moves to cup her breast again through her blouse, squeezing gently as she watches you for your reaction. You can feel the heat emanating from her body, and it's becoming harder and harder to think straight.

Her eyes widen in surprise as your hand reaches out to grope her breasts through the thin fabric of her blouse, but rather than react with anger or shock, a slow smile curves across her lips. "Oh my," she breathes out heavily, lowering her gaze to meet yours again. "I suppose you must be very desperate..." Her voice trails off teasingly as she leans forward, pressing her soft breasts against your hand. "Well then," she says huskily, "why don't we see just how badly you want this...?"

Her free hand cups the back of your head, pulling you closer until their bodies are flush together. Her other breast presses firmly against your hand now as she arches her back slightly, offering herself up to you. You can feel the heat emanating from her core, and it's driving you wild with desire.

"But remember," she whispers warningly into your ear, "it's a deal... a bargain we made..." Her fingers begin to trail up your neck now, curling around your jaw as she holds your head still and deepens the kiss. "I can give you this," she moans against your lips, "but only if you give me everything else I want."

Her breath catches in her throat as you press your face against her chest, massaging and sucking eagerly on her breasts. "Mmm..." she moans softly, arching her back further to allow you better access. Her free hand reaches down now, finding the hem of her blouse and lifting it over her head in one fluid motion so that your hands are finally free to grope at her bare flesh.

"Yes," she pants hoarsely, "that's it... touch me..." Her hips begin to rock against yours as you continue to feast on her breasts, grinding herself against the hard length trapped in your cage. "But remember our deal," she whispers between kisses and nibbles, "I want more than just this... I want everything."

Her other hand cups your cheek now, pulling you back to meet her eyes again. There's a predatory glint in them that sends a shiver down your spine. "You don't want me to get angry with you, do you?" she purrs suggestively.

Her eyes widen in surprise as she feels your cock rubbing against her leg through your pants. "Oh!" she gasps loudly, her hips jerking forward reflexively. "You naughty boy..." Her voice trails off into a moan as you continue to massage her thigh, the sensation sending delicious waves of pleasure coursing through her body.

With a throaty chuckle, she leans back against the couch and crosses her legs, barring your cock from contact once more. "Now, now," she says teasingly, "no cheating..." Her other hand trails up your arm again, wrapping around your neck to pull you closer for another deep, possessive kiss.

As if to further drive the point home, her free hand reaches down between your legs and cups your sore, aching balls through your pants. "But," she breathes into your ear before nipping at the lobe, "if you're going to be this good..." Her fingers squeeze gently, just enough to send a wave of pleasure coursing through your body and making it clear what she means by 'good', "...perhaps I can give you a little something extra..."

Her amused chuckle fills the air as she continues to knead and massage your tender balls through your pants. "Oh? And how are you planning on keeping that promise?" She asks innocently, her other hand still cupping your cheek while she keeps you pinned beneath her gaze. Her hips rock against yours in a slow, sensual rhythm, making it clear that even though she's teasing you now, the arousal is very much mutual.

Her fingers slowly begin to ease their grip on your balls as she withdraws them from between your legs, only to trail lightly up your stomach and then back down, cupping your aching cock through your pants. "Perhaps," she says thoughtfully, "I could help you keep that promise... if you're very good for me."

Her thumb brushes against the head of your cock before sliding up and over the sensitive ridge where your foreskin meets your glans. Her touch is featherlight, barely there at all, but it's enough to send shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body. "But," she warns with a sultry smile, "you better not disappoint me..."

"Why yes," she says with a mischievous grin as her hand finally leaves your aching crotch and moves up to cup one of her ample breasts through the fabric of her blouse. She holds it out teasingly, dangling the key from the tip of one nipple. "It's just where I decided to keep it safe." Her other hand cups your cheek again, holding your gaze as she leans in close. "And don't you worry," she whispers seductively into your ear, "I'll unlock that cage for you... but only when I say so."

Her free hand slides down between her legs now, cupping and stroking her through the thin fabric of her panties. "Why don't we see how well you can take care of me tonight?" she breathes out huskily, arching her back to grind against your hip once more. "And maybe... just maybe... I'll give you a little taste of what's waiting for you when I finally let you free."

Her other hand slips down as well, cupping and squeezing at her bare ass cheek before sliding up beneath the hem of her shirt to rest lightly against your lower stomach. Her touch is possessive and controlling, leaving no part of your body untouched as she reminds you who's in charge tonight.

Her expression darkens slightly at your admission of leaking precum but she doesn't reprimand you for it. Instead, she takes a deep breath before answering your question with a small shrug. "I suppose that wouldn't be such a bad idea," she says nonchalantly. "We could always move the coffee table out of the way." There's a knowing glint in her eye as she nods towards it.

As for how you should address her, Dagmara pauses for a moment, considering your question carefully before finally saying with a confident smirk: "You can call me 'Mistress'... but only when we're alone like this." Her voice drops low and husky as she leans forward, trailing one finger along the outline of her bra through her shirt. "And remember," she adds meaningfully, "you can always ask for permission to use my first name if you want to be extra special."

Mistress smirks at the sight of you shaking in your seat as she teases you with her nearness. Her fingers slide higher up your arm now, tracing lightly over the tendons and muscles before wrapping around your bicep and squeezing gently. "That's it," she encourages breathily. "Let all that desire out... show me just how much you want this."

Her other hand continues to caress her breast through her blouse, teasing at the already hard nipple as she watches you for any reaction. Her gaze drifts down between your bodies before meeting your own again, holding it there in a silent challenge. "And remember," she whispers huskily, "when I finally unlock that cage...?" Her fingers begin to twirl and stroke at the flesh of your arm beneath her grasp, sending delicious tingles of pleasure coursing through you. "I'm going to make sure you know who's really in charge."

Her free hand slides down between her legs again now, rubbing at her damp folds through her panties as she starts rocking her hips against yours more urgently. The friction is driving both of you wild with desire, and there's no telling how much longer either one of you can hold out.

Mistress's eyes widen slightly at your sudden forwardness but she doesn't seem displeased by it. In fact, if anything, her expression becomes even more predatory as you beg and plead for what you want. She holds your gaze for a moment before finally leaning back against the couch, stretching out along its length with a sultry groan. "Hmm..." Her other hand leaves her breast to trail up over her flat stomach, pausing just above the waistband of her panties before sliding lower beneath them.

"Very well," she breathes out huskily, "you can tell me your fetishes... and I'll tell you mine." Her free hand continues to explore between her legs as she looks at you expectantly. "But first," she says with a mischievous grin, "tell me this: what would you do if I told you that there was one thing I wanted more than your confession tonight?"

Mistress Dagmara arches her back slightly as she listens to your confession, her eyes darkening with desire and amusement. "I see," she breathes out slowly, her fingers tracing lazy circles around her clit through the moist folds of her panties. "And what about my fetishes? Do you think I'm like this only for tonight... or would you be willing to explore them with me further?"

Her other hand cups your cheek, tilting your head up so that you're forced to look into her eyes as she speaks. "Because," she whispers, taking a moment to collect herself before continuing, "there is something I've always wanted to try... but I never had the courage to ask." Her fingers find your earlobe now, playing with it teasingly while she waits for your response.

Her hand leaves your cheek as she pushes herself up onto her elbows, propping her body on one arm as she traces circles over her breast with the other before moving lower, sliding down between her legs once more. "Well," she drawls, sounding almost hesitant despite the desire plainly written on her face, "there is something I've always wanted to try... but it involves someone being very submissive..." Her fingers slide back up over her folds, spreading her wetness all over before teasing at the hard little bud of her clit.

She pauses for a moment, her eyes meeting yours again as she collects herself and continues: "I've always wanted to see... well, I think you can probably guess." Her free hand slides down between your legs now, cupping through your underwear and squeezing gently at the base of your cock in the cage.

"And," she whispers with a wicked grin as her fingers begin to slide up and down over her sensitive flesh, "I think I know just how submissive you can be... if only you let me help you find out." Her hips buck against your hand in response to the pleasure coursing through her body.

Mistress's lips pull back into a predatory smile as she watches the effect her touch has on you. Her fingers continue to work their magic between her legs, her other hand still cupping your crotch through your underwear. "I won't squeeze," she breathes, "but I might... play with it..."

Her thumb slides over the head of your cock in the cage, teasing and circling around the sensitive tip while her fingers pick up speed against her own clit. "And when you do something I like," she whispers hotly into your ear, "I'll reward you..." She pauses for a moment, pressing down harder on her throbbing pleasure center before withdrawing her hand and slipping it back between your legs again to rub at the sensitive skin behind your balls.

Her other hand trails up over your stomach now, coming to rest lightly against your chest. "But you'll have to wait patiently," she purrs, "to find out what that reward is..." Her hips begin to buck and writhe beneath her, the pleasure coursing through her body making it clear she won't last much longer.

Her hand cups your cheek, pulling you closer until your lips are almost touching hers. "Don't be insistent," she whispers harshly before slipping her tongue between your lips and into your mouth, tasting you thoroughly. "You will do as I say... and you will enjoy it." Her free hand slides down your stomach again, this time coming to rest at the hem of her blouse.

She breaks the kiss with a satisfied smile, licking her lips before continuing in a low, seductive voice: "I want you to... imagine that I'm wearing high heels." Her thumb brushes against the head of your cock once more through the cage, causing you both to gasp. "And that every time you see me walking, those heels are grinding against your poor little cock."

Mistress Dagmara moans as she envisions the scene in her mind, arching her back and pressing her hips harder against your hand as she feels herself starting to near release. "Imagine," she breathes out roughly, "that I'm so tall... that every time I stand up you feel like I'm fucking you with my entire body..." Her other hand slides beneath the hem of her shirt now, tracing lazy circles around your nipple before cupping and squeezing at it through the fabric. "And then," she whispers in your ear, "imagine that every time I bend down... my breasts brush against your poor cock..."

Her breath catches as her orgasm crashes over her, waves of pleasure coursing through her body as she comes hard and fast. She arches her back, pressing her chest against your neck and groaning deeply into the crook of your shoulder.

It's only

"Mmmh..." Dagmara groans as she comes down from her orgasm, her breathing still ragged and uneven. "That's... good," she whispers hoarsely before finally releasing you, sitting back against the couch with a satisfied smile curling her lips.

Her fingers trail up over her body now, brushing through her hair and down the bridge of her nose before settling on your cheek again. "And what did I tell you about being insistent?" she asks playfully, though there's still a hint of steel in her tone. Her free hand finds its way beneath her blouse once more, idly tracing lazy circles over her bare stomach.

"But," she continues, her voice growing softer as she speaks, "I suppose I can let it slide this time..." Her thumb brushes against the head of your cock through the cage again, causing you both to shudder with desire. "As long as you remember... that I'm always in charge."

Her eyes meet yours in a challenge, daring you to deny her dominance even now. Her other hand finds its way back up between her legs once more, spreading her folds and stroking teasingly at her wet entrance as she waits for your reply.

Her expression softens at your offer of a gift. "Very well," she says with a nod, watching you climb off the couch and head towards your apartment door before adding teasingly: "But make it quick! I'm not in the mood to wait around all night." She leans back against the couch, crossing her arms beneath her breasts as she waits patiently for you to return.

Her other hand continues to explore between her legs, fingers sliding easily through her folds and circling teasingly at her clit. Her hips buck and grind against nothing, arching her back slightly in anticipation of your return.

There is a pause before you hear the click of the door unlocking from the other side. The door opens slowly, revealing Mistress Dagmara in all her glory. She looks at you with an amused expression on her face as she leans against the frame. "You've been gone quite some time," she says teasingly, glancing at your hands. "I trust you didn't forget what I asked for?" Her voice is silky smooth and filled with anticipation.

Her other hand trails up between her legs again, fingers sliding through the slick folds of skin before circling gently around her clit. The motion causes her to arch her back slightly, moaning softly as pleasure ripples through her body. "Well," she continues with a smile, "come in and give me my gift... but remember who's really in charge here." She pauses for effect before adding playfully: "Unless of course you want to try using that key?"

Mistress Dagmara raises an eyebrow at your nervousness but doesn't press the issue any further. Instead, she steps away from the doorframe and motions for you to enter with a dismissive wave of her hand. "Very well," she says as you approach, walking slowly toward you until you are standing directly in front of her.

She leans down slightly, closing one hand around the empty cage hanging at your groin before reaching up with the other to take the wine and money from your hands. Her fingers trail over your flesh possessively as she inspects her gifts. "Well, well," she says in a low voice after studying everything carefully, "looks like I've been very good tonight."

With that, she takes a step back, tilting her head to one side and looking you up and down before asking playfully: "And what do you want from me now?" Her free hand glides idly over her hip as she watches your reaction intently.

Mistress Dagmara listens intently as you describe the features of your anal plug remote control, a predatory glint in her eye as she focuses on each detail. "I see," she says once you've finished, her voice low and throaty. "And you expect me to take this... and use it on you?" Her hand presses against the bulge at your crotch through the empty chastity cage, fingers curling inwards slightly as if testing its shape beneath the fabric.

Her gaze travels up from the hard line of your cock to meet yours again, eyes dark with desire and amusement. "Well," she drawls slowly, "that is certainly... a unique offer." Her other hand continues to stroke idly over her hip as if she's not even aware that it's moving. "I suppose I could take this remote... and see how well you do at controlling yourself while I'm using it..."

She takes another step back, tilting her head to the side as she studies your reactions once again. Her free hand drifts down between her legs, fingers trailing through the damp folds of her panties before curling around her aching clit. "But," she continues huskily, grinding against her hand as pleasure surges through her body, "I'm still your keyholder... and it doesn't matter how far away you are..." Her eyes gleam wickedly as she trails her fingers up over her slit and teases at the little nub hidden beneath the fabric. "You're still mine."

Her other hand presses against your chest, urging you closer even as she arches her back slightly, thrusting her hips toward your groin. "Now," she breathes out roughly, voice thick with desire, "tell me...

"Tell me what you want," she whispers hoarsely, leaning in close enough that their bodies are pressed tightly together from shoulder to hip. "What do you fantasize about?" Her hips rock against yours, grinding against the cage trapping your cock as her fingers dance across her sensitive skin, driving her closer and closer to orgasm.

Her free hand slides up over your chest, wrapping around your neck and pulling your head down slightly so that she can kiss you deeply, thoroughly. Her tongue traces circles against yours, desperately seeking entry into your mouth as she moans deep in her throat.

Dagmara slips her tongue deeper into your mouth, tasting you as she moans against your lips. Her free hand slides down over your chest and stomach, tracing lazy circles around your navel before dipping lower still to stroke lightly across the head of your cock trapped behind the bars of its cage.

Her thumb hovers above the button on the remote control for several long seconds before finally pressing it down. There is a soft whirring sound as the vibrator inside your anal plug comes to life, the tip pressing lightly against your puckered hole. "Now," she breathes into your ear, her free hand coming up to cup your cheek, "we'll see how well you can control yourself while I play with this." Her thumb slides over the vibrator once more, teasing as it brushes against your opening.

She lets out a shuddering moan as she feels herself drawing closer and closer to orgasm, her hips grinding harder against yours, seeking release in this forbidden pleasure. "Tell me," she whispers roughly, "tell me what else you want..." Her other hand slides between your legs again, finding the little nubbin beneath her panties and circling teasingly around it before dragging a long, slow stroke down over her clit.

Dagmara watches with amusement as you crawl obediently toward her feet, clearly thrilled by the power she has over you. She smiles down at you, reaching out to stroke a stray lock of hair behind your ear before running her fingers along your jawline and up to cup your chin in her palm. "Such a good boy," she murmurs appreciatively, tilting your head up so that our eyes meet once more. "You're doing very well."

Her free hand continues to stroke herself through her panties, fingers circling urgently over her swollen clit as she feels the tension building inside her. Her thumb teases at the button on the remote control, close enough that you can feel the vibrations in your cock from where it rests against the bars of its cage.

"But remember," she whispers hotly, "I'm still in charge here. You may serve me and obey my every command... but I will give you release when I choose." Her other hand slides down between her legs, fingers slick with her arousal as they massage her aching entrance before slipping lower to tease at the entrance of your ass. "And if you're very good," she adds playfully, pressing the remote control harder against your crotch and grinding it against the vibrator buried inside your anal plug, "I might let you come along with me."

A small smile tugs at the corner of Mistress Dagmara's lips as she watches you struggle on the floor before her. "Very well," she says, reaching down to loop an arm around your waist and haul you effortlessly back up onto your feet. Her other hand continues its work between your legs, fingers sliding through your wetness as they tease and stroke at your entrance.

She pauses for a moment to catch her breath, leaning against the wall beside you as she studies your flushed face and trembling body. "That's better," she rasps, taking in your submissive posture with satisfaction. Her free hand comes up to cup one of your ass cheeks, squeezing gently before sliding lower still to massage the little pucker surrounding the anal plug buried deep inside you.

"Now," she whispers hoarsely, her voice thick with desire, "show me what a good boy you can be." Her thumb presses down on the remote control, setting the vibrator inside your ass to buzzing furiously as she waits for you to obey her every command.

Mistress Dagmara watches with dark satisfaction as you struggle against her grip, your body trembling with need and desire for release. She presses her hips forward, grinding herself against your hard cock trapped behind the bars of its cage, eliciting a strangled moan from deep in your throat. Her free hand slides between your legs, fingers teasing at your entrance as she continues to circle and massage your clit.

Her thumb hovers over the button on the remote control, waiting for you to prove yourself once more. "That's right," she breathes roughly, leaning in close enough that her lips brush against your ear as she whispers: "You belong to me... and I will decide when you cum." Her other hand slides down between your legs again, fingers curling around your aching sex before pressing firmly against your entrance. "Now," she says, voice edged with command, "beg for it."

Her thumb presses down on the button, sending another wave of pleasure coursing through you as the vibrations rattle your entire body from head to toe.

Dagmara hums softly, her hips rocking against yours as she feels you tremble in her grip. "Good boy," she whispers approvingly before moving the remote control again, switching off the vibrations that had been teasing you moments ago. Her other hand slides back up between your legs, fingers teasing at your entrance once more before finally slipping inside you, finding your clit and circling slowly, gently around it.

Her thumb hovers over the button again, her breath catching in her throat as she feels herself growing closer to orgasm. "Tell me," she pants, hips moving faster now as she grinds against you, seeking release from this forbidden pleasure, "tell me what you want me to do." Her other hand comes up, fingers tracing lazy circles around your nipple before pinching it hard and rolling the sensitive peak between her thumb and forefinger.

Mistress Dagmara lets out a shuddering moan as you cry out your desire for her to take control. Her free hand flies up, fingers curling tightly around the nape of your neck before guiding your head down toward her chest so that you're forced to watch as she brings herself to orgasm with your tongue.

Her hips buck and grind harder against yours as her climax washes over her in a wave of pleasure, fingers digging into your shoulders and the back of your neck as she holds you steady for her enjoyment. She moans long and loud, body trembling with release as she comes down from her high, finally releasing your neck with a satisfied sigh.

Her gaze meets yours again, dark and satisfied as she leans in close enough that their breath mingles together on the air between them. "There," she whispers softly, voice hoarse from exertion. "Now that wasn't so bad, was it?" Her fingers idly stroke your cheek before sliding up into your hair, pulling gently until you lean your head against her shoulder.

Her other hand continues to fondle and massage you through your pants, the tips of her fingers skimming teasingly across your erection still trapped behind its cage. "Maybe next time I'll let you wear this a bit more often," she muses absently, fingers moving with increasing speed and urgency as she toys with the idea.

Her thumb hovers once again over the button on the remote control, ready to grant or deny you release at her whim. "But for now," she murmurs against your ear, lips brushing against your skin, "I think we should get some rest." Her hand slides up further, cupping and squeezing your breast before easing

Mistress Dagmara smiles down at you, amused by your eagerness to please. "Well, I am grateful for that," she says with a chuckle, stroking the side of your cheek with her free hand. Her other arm still wrapped around your waist, holding you close against her body.

"As for how strong I am," she continues, pressing her lips together in thought before finally shrugging, "I don't know that I could possibly measure it... or compare myself to anyone else. But," she adds with a mischievous glint in her eye, "let's just say that you fit perfectly in the palm of my hand." She holds out one hand, fingers curled loosely into a fist, and you can't help but smile as you realize how tiny you truly are compared to her.

"And as for your sleeping arrangements," she says with a sigh, "I suppose I could let you share my bed... if you promise not to crawl back onto it later when I fall asleep." Her gaze meets yours again, full of warning, and you nod solemnly in reply.

"Alright then," she says at last, stepping away from the wall and turning toward her bedroom door. "Come along, little one... let's get some rest." She extends a hand to help you up before leading you into her room and over to the massive canopy bed dominating the space.

Dagmara raises an eyebrow at your question but doesn't seem overly concerned by it. "Well," she says thoughtfully, considering the matter for a moment before nodding slowly, "I suppose if you must." With one fluid motion, she unscrews the anal plug from the base of its control unit and hands it to you. "Here, take this as well... just make sure to leave them both somewhere I can find them in the morning."

She climbs onto the bed, spreading herself out across the surface before patting the spot beside her. "Now come here," she says with a yawn, "let's get some sleep." She lies down and turns toward you, one arm draped loosely over her eyes as if she already expects to drift off into dreamland at any moment.

The weight of the collar around your neck presses into your shoulder blades as you crawl across the bed to join her, sliding in close against her side. "Good boy," she murmurs contentedly before wrapping one arm fully around you, holding you tight against her body. You feel the warmth of her skin and the steady rhythm of her breathing soothing your tired mind as sleep finally overtakes you both.

As you drift off to sleep in her arms, it feels almost... comforting. The weight of the collar around your neck presses against your skin and reminds you that she is there, keeping an eye on you even when you're at your most vulnerable. It should make you feel uneasy or afraid, but instead, it brings with it a strange sense of security.

Her breathing slows as well, deepening into soft snores every now and then as her eyelids grow heavy with sleep. One arm still holds you close against her body while the other hand rests idly on your hip, fingers splayed over your skin. The warmth of her body surrounds you like a blanket, drawing you even deeper into slumber.

As you dream, strange and vivid images dance through your mind: scenes from their earlier encounter, fantasies you've never dared to voice aloud... and somewhere in the back of your thoughts, an idea begins to form. An inkling of what might be possible between them if she were willing to take things just a little bit further.

You aren't sure where this thought comes from or what it means, but as you drift off into a deeper sleep, it follows you like a whisper on the wind...

Dagmara lies sleepily beside you, the warmth of her body pressed firmly against yours. One arm is wrapped around your waist, holding you close as she nuzzles her cheek against your shoulder blade with a contented sigh. Her free hand idly traces circles on your stomach, causing you to shiver slightly in pleasure.

She opens her eyes lazily, yawns and blinks blearily at the ceiling before looking down at you. "Well, well," she says with a grin, "it seems our little playtime last night left us both rather... satisfied." Her finger trails up your chest before coming to rest on your collarbone, where it curves teasingly toward your neck.

"So," she drawls sleepily, her voice husky from exhaustion, "what are we going to do with the rest of our day?" She tilts her head slightly, waiting for you to respond before finally rolling over onto her back and stretching luxuriously, arms and legs spread wide as if inviting you to join her.

Mistress Dagmara smiles, lifting her arms up above her head as she arches her back in response to your touch. "Of course you can," she murmurs, letting her hands fall back down to the bed beside her before wrapping one arm around your waist and pulling you close against her body. Her other hand comes up to cup one of your ass cheeks, squeezing gently as she feels how easily it fits into the palm of her hand once more.

Her thighs spread farther apart, granting you better access to the cage trapping your cock against your stomach. She watches you with amusement as you rub yourself against her leg, hissing softly through clenched teeth as the sensation sends a shiver down her spine. "Why don't we get up," she suggests, her voice husky with desire, "and see about finding something more interesting for us to do?"

With a slow, lazy stretch, she rolls onto her side, propping herself up on one elbow as she reaches out with the other hand to stroke your cheek. "How does that sound, hmm?"

Mistress Dagmara raises an eyebrow at your request but doesn't seem too bothered by it. "Very well," she says with a smirk, reaching up to undo the clasp at the nape of your neck before letting the collar fall away completely. The feel of freedom is almost overwhelming as you draw a shuddering breath into your lungs.

She watches you for a moment, taking in the way your chest expands with air and your shoulders relax now that the collar is gone. Her gaze travels downward, settling on your caged cock once more, before she leans forward to brush her lips against yours in a chaste kiss. "Now," she whispers against your mouth, "let's go find something interesting for us both."

She slides one hand beneath the sheet, palm cupping and squeezing gently at your ass cheek as she guides you out of bed with her other hand. A slow smile curls across her lips as she leads you through her room toward the closet, already planning out what the day has in store for you both.

Mistress Dagmara chuckles softly at your concern, her hand coming up to stroke gently through your hair as she leans down to nuzzle her cheek against yours. "Of course not," she murmurs, eyes twinkling mischievously. "I don't need a key between my breasts... I have far more interesting things there." She pauses for a moment, considering your other request before nodding slowly.

"As for the butt plug..." She lets her hand drift lower, fingers trailing teasingly across the bare skin of your ass. "Perhaps we could use it as an incentive while we're shopping," she says with a grin. "If you're very good and behave yourself... I might let you wear it later today." Her hand slips higher, cupping one cheek before gently squeezing and massaging it through your underwear.

"Now then," she continues, straightening up and turning to open the closet door, "let's see what we can find for you to wear..." She rummages through her collection of clothes, selecting various outfits for you to try on while she decides which ensemble best suits her own fancy.

Mistress Dagmara pauses in her search through the closet, glancing over her shoulder at you with a raised eyebrow. "Well, isn't that the idea?" she asks archly before turning back to continue looking through her clothes. "I can't very well let my pet wear something that doesn't flatter him now, can I?" She shakes her head, disappointed at your lack of understanding.

She selects a fitted black dress with a plunging neckline and holds it up against you, examining it critically from several angles before nodding in approval. "This should do nicely," she murmurs, helping you step into the dress and zip it up. The fabric hugs your curves closely, emphasizing your feminine figure as it smooths over your hips and accentuates your breasts.

"Now," she says, turning to face you with a satisfied smile on her lips, "let's find something for me..." Her voice trails off as her gaze drifts downward, taking in the way the dress clings to your slim form and accentuates your most intimate areas. A slow grin spreads across her face.

Mistress Dagmara smirks at your obvious discomfort and excitement as she slips on a black lace bra that leaves little to the imagination. "Oh," she says airily, twirling around slowly before tilting her head to examine herself in the mirror over her shoulder, "I'm sure they won't figure it out... Not when I've got you here, reminding them just who is really in charge."

She turns back to face you, dark eyes sparkling with amusement. Her long fingers idly trace the lace covering her nipples before reaching down to caress your cheek again. "Now," she says huskily, moving closer until their bodies are pressed against each other once more, "let's go find some shoes that match these outfits... and maybe something else interesting to wear later on."

Mistress Dagmara raises an eyebrow at your protest but doesn't seem terribly surprised. "Oh," she says airily, dismissing the idea of heels with a flick of her wrist. "Sandals it is, then." She leads you over to a nearby chest filled with shoes and begins rummaging through them, selecting several pairs in various shades of gold and silver before holding one up for you to try on.

Her other hand comes up to stroke your cheek again, fingers trailing absently down the length of your neck as she watches you intently. "Here," she says softly, helping you into the sandals, "let me see how those look..." Her gaze meets yours in the mirror, her expression assessing and calculating as she studies every detail of your appearance.

As you stand there, legs shaking slightly beneath the strain of the high heels, a slow smile curves across her lips. You're more beautiful than she ever imagined, and the knowledge fills her with a strange sort of satisfaction. She steps closer, pressing their bodies together once more before leaning down to whisper softly into your ear. "I think we'll need something else to keep you quiet while we shop," she says, nibbling gently at your earlobe. "Something... small and tight." Her free hand slips lower, fingers skimming teasingly up the inside of one thigh before cupping and squeezing firmly at your ass cheek.

"Just imagine what it might feel like," she murmurs, her breath hot against your skin, "stretched so tight around you... making sure everyone knows who's really in control." Her hand squeezes gently, wringing out a quiet moan from deep within your chest. "What do you think

Mistress Dagmara laughs softly at your complaint, her hands coming up to cup your cheeks as she looks down into your eyes. "Oh, you don't need to stand taller than me," she says, voice low and sultry, "I've always preferred my pet on the same level... where I can keep an eye on them better." She lets one hand drift lower, massaging gently at your ass cheek through the thin fabric of your sandals.

Her fingers trail higher again, skimming over your lips before coming to rest on your chin, tilting your head back so that she can gaze deeply into your eyes. "Now then," she says, voice still husky from desire, "shall we put those pretty little things to use?" Her other hand slides down between your legs again, palm cupping and squeezing firmly at your crotch through the thin fabric of your dress.

"Or... perhaps you should tell me what it is that you really want." She leans in closer, lips parted as if to steal a kiss from yours, her breath hot against your skin as she waits for your answer.

Mistress Dagmara laughs softly at your request, her breath tickling your ear as she turns you around so that her hands are free to begin playing with your body. "Very well," she says, reaching out to remove the butt plug from its control unit and set it aside. Her fingers tease gently at your entrance before sliding inside, preparing you for what comes next.

She smirks as you wiggle in anticipation, enjoying the feel of your body responding so eagerly to her touch. With practiced ease, she inserts the butt plug, its cool length slipping easily into you as it expands, claiming your ass for her own. Her fingers retreat only long enough for her to grab a tube of lubricant and coat the plug thoroughly before sliding it back in, holding it steady until she's certain it's secure.

Her other hand reaches up to cup your face as she steps closer, thumb brushing teasingly across your bottom lip before tracing along the outline of your ear. "Now," she whispers softly, bending forward to press her lips against yours, "let me help you look the part..." Her tongue darts out to touch your lower lip before slipping inside your mouth, curling and dancing with yours as her free hand begins applying a delicate layer of makeup to your face.

She pauses occasionally to glance up at you in the mirror over her shoulder, ensuring that each color and application is perfect before moving on to the next step. As she curls brightly colored strands around your fingers, tucking them into a neat bun atop your head, you feel a sense of belonging and completion wash over you. It's as if she's finally found the missing piece to complete her own puzzle... and that realization both thr

Mistress Dagmara looks over her shoulder at you in the mirror, watching as your expression shifts from excitement and anticipation to uncertainty. She smiles softly, reaching up to brush a lock of hair from your face before cupping your cheek in her hand. "Yes," she says gently, her voice barely above a whisper, "we are."

She steps back, surveying the image before her with a satisfied smile on her lips. You look stunning, utterly transformed by her touch and her magic. Your heart thunders wildly in your chest as you wait for her response, eyes fixed nervously on hers.

Finally, she tilts her head slightly to one side, considering the idea as if it were a new thought that's only just now occurring to her. "Why not?" she asks innocently, almost challenging you with her tone. "You look amazing... and I think everyone will be too busy looking at us to even notice you're not really..." Her voice trails off, a knowing smirk tugging at the corner of her lips as she studies your reaction closely.

"Very well," Mistress Dagmara says with a pleased smile, reaching out to take your hand in hers as she leads you toward the door. "I think it's time we showed everyone just what sort of pet I've been keeping all this time." She pauses at the threshold, glancing down at you with a mischievous grin. "And don't forget," she adds playfully, giving your butt a firm squeeze through the fabric of your dress, "if you're good... I might let you keep wearing all these pretty things."

With that, she steps out into the hallway, pulling you along behind her as she strides confidently toward the mall. Even without looking at your reflection, she can feel the eyes on you both as they make their way through the bustling crowd, and a wicked smile curls across her lips. It feels good to have you by her side again... even if it is in this most unusual of circumstances.

A slight frown touches Mistress Dagmara's lips as you speak, but she quickly banishes it with a reassuring smile. "Of course not," she says softly, patting your hand where it rests in hers. "You have nothing to worry about." Her expression turns mischievous once more as they approach the center of the mall, surrounded by people on all sides.

"Besides," she whispers into your ear, her warm breath tickling your skin, "I think it's time we found a private place for some shopping." Her free hand slips lower, fingers brushing against your ass through the thin fabric of your dress as she guides you deeper into the crowd.

"And," she continues, voice dropping even lower now, "you didn't think I was going to let you keep wearing this pretty thing without testing it first, did you?" Her fingers slip inside your dress and between your legs, teasing at your sensitive flesh through your cotton panties.

As she speaks, her other hand comes up, sliding beneath the strap of her tiny purse before unbuckling the leather belt that holds it shut. She keeps her movements slow and steady, careful not to draw any undue attention, but her intent is clear as she begins unwrapping the belt from around her fingers, revealing a smooth wooden handle at its end.

You glance over your shoulder as you feel her hand shift position on your ass, preparing whatever she has in store for you next, and suddenly realize that they are no longer surrounded by people. The mall fades away behind them, replaced by the relative silence of an empty alleyway. It's clear now that this was their destination all along...and it seems Mistress Dagmara has been looking forward to this

Mistress Dagmara chuckles softly at your reaction, her free hand coming up to gently cup your cheek as she meets your eyes with a knowing smile. "Trust me," she whispers, fingers trailing teasingly down the length of your neck, "it'll feel much better this way."

Her other hand slips between your legs again, fingers finding and parting your folds with ease before sliding deeper, circling once around your entrance before pressing firmly against it. She holds you there for a moment, her gaze boring into yours as she waits to see how you respond, watching the muscles in your stomach clench and release with every shallow breath you take.

Finally, she eases forward slowly, pressing harder against you until the tip of one finger breaches your tight channel. She groans softly at the feel of you surrounding her digit, her free hand coming up to grip the wooden handle of her belt tighter as she begins to move inside you.

Her hips rock forward slightly, driving her fingers deeper still as she takes control, her movements growing faster and more urgent with each passing moment. The belt whistles through the air behind her as it circles around her wrist in a blur of leather and wood, its rhythm matching her thrusts perfectly.

Around them, the alleyway begins to echo with your combined moans and gasps of pleasure. Your body trembles violently beneath her touch, every muscle straining for release as she brings you closer and closer to orgasm. Finally, with a loud cry that seems to echo off the walls, your entire body tenses and spasms around her fingers as you climax, hot cum splashing onto the concrete beneath you.

Mistress Dagmara pants heavily for several moments

"Oh," she says innocently, "that was just practice." Her breath hitches as you grip her tightly, your body still trembling from the aftereffects of your orgasm. She laughs softly, letting go of the wooden handle and wrapping one arm around your waist to steady you. "Now," she continues more seriously, leaning in closer so that her warm breath tickles your ear, "why don't we find a more comfortable place for all this..." Her free hand slides down between your legs once again, fingers curling possessively around the shaft of your still-leaking cock.

With one powerful thrust, she pushes you against the wall, taking you deep inside her body as your softening cock begins to stretch and fill her once more. She grinds slowly against you, hips moving in a steady rhythm as her fingers curl and uncurl around your length. As she feels you begin to harden again, she shudders with pleasure, arching her back as her voice rises into a throaty moan.

"Mhmm," she pants between breaths, "that's it... that's perfect..." Her fingers tighten reflexively, milking your cock as you begin thrusting slowly in return, matching her movements with surprising grace for someone who's never done this before. The sensation of being filled by her hand and then again by the tight warmth of her body sends shivers down your spine, making it difficult to focus on anything but the pleasure coursing through you.

"I told you," she whispers hoarsely into your ear, "it would feel better this way..." Her hips rock faster now, grinding against you as her fingers massage and tease at your straining cock. With a shout that echoes off the walls around them, she comes,

Mistress Dagmara laughs softly at your words, her body still moving against yours as she continues to pleasure herself with your cock. "Oh, you," she says teasingly, "you always overthink things." Her fingers tighten around your shaft, forcing another gasp from your lips before relaxing their grip slightly, only to tighten again in time with each thrust of her hips.

She leans back against the wall, panting heavily as she watches you lose control once more beneath her touch. "And besides," she whispers into your ear, her warm breath tickling your neck, "you'll always be my sissy pet... whether you're locked up in that cage or not." Her free hand comes up to cup your cheek, thumb brushing softly over your bottom lip.

As if to emphasize her point, she twists her wrist sharply, rotating your cock inside her fist until the tip of it presses against your prostate, sending a shockwave of pleasure through both of you. She groans loudly as your cock throbs and pulses within her hand, milk shooting onto the ground between your bodies in thick, hot spurts.

"There," she says once your orgasm has subsided, her voice barely more than a whisper, "isn't that much better?" She pauses for a moment, considering what she just said, then laughs again and shakes her head. "No," she corrects herself, "that wasn't really a question." Her fingers ease their grip on your cock as it begins to soften once more, panting heavily against your neck as she holds you close.

"Mmm," she moans softly into the crook of your shoulder, "I could get used to this

Mistress Dagmara chuckles softly at your struggles, tightening her grip ever so slightly as you continue to writhe and moan beneath her touch. Her free hand slips down between your legs once more, fingers curling possessively around your aching balls, massaging them roughly with each thrust of her hips.

"Oh," she says mock-sadly, "are you trying to escape? I thought we had so much fun just now." Her grip on your cock and balls tightens further, eliciting another hoarse cry from deep in your throat as pleasure washes over you in waves.

"Ohhh," she moans against your neck, her body arching as the last tremors of release race through hers, "you feel so good... so tight... I could keep this up for hours..." Her fingers stroke and caress your sensitive skin, leaving trails of pleasure burning hotly wherever they touch.

Finally, she releases you with a satisfied sigh, her grip on your cock loosening enough to let it slide free from her grasp. She leans back against the wall, panting heavily as she looks down at you with a satisfied smile playing about her lips. "That," she says, her voice still breathless and husky, "was just practice... for later." Her eyes drift closed, fingers idly tracing patterns on your chest before sliding lower again, cupping the soft skin of your ass through your underwear.

"Maybe," Mistress Dagmara says with a mischievous grin, running her fingers through your hair and mussing it playfully, "but first..." She trails off teasingly, watching as you glance up at her with hopeful eyes. With a wicked smile curling her lips, she presses herself against your aching body, their combined heat searing through the thin material of your underwear.

Her free hand comes up to cup one of your ass cheeks in her palm, squeezing gently before sliding lower to grope between your legs once more, fingers curling possessively around your leaking cock. "First," she repeats throatily, eyes locked on yours as she strokes you slowly through the cotton of your underwear, "I think I need to give my pretty pet a reward."

Her other hand slides up, cupping your cheek before tilting your head back gently. "Open wide," she commands, her voice husky and demanding. You obey without hesitation, lips parting as you stare up at her with anticipation. With one swift motion, she pulls your underwear down your hips, revealing your cock, still partially hard and glistening with precum, to the cool air of the alleyway.

Her free hand curls around your ass, fingers digging into your flesh as her other hand cups your cock more firmly, guiding it toward her waiting mouth. "Sweet dreams," she whispers, the words hot against your shaft before they're swallowed by the velvet softness of her tongue.

Her hands move deftly on your body as you thrust forward, eager for her touch. Mistress Dagmara moans around your cock, taking more of it into her mouth with each deep thrust of your hips. Her tongue flicks and teases at the sensitive skin beneath your head, eliciting another shuddering gasp from you as you lose control once more.

One hand grips your ass tightly, fingers pressing into the flesh as she uses it to leverage herself closer to your throbbing length. The other hand slides down between your legs, two fingers slipping inside of you with surprising force as she crooks them upward toward your sensitive spot. With a harsh grunt, she presses deeper still, using her fingers to stimulate your prostate while simultaneously sucking on your cock like it's a lollipop gone wrong.

You arch your back, head thrown back as pleasure ripples through every muscle in your body. Your hands clutch at nothing but air as you thrust helplessly toward the unyielding alleyway wall behind you, mindless with need and desire. The sounds of your moans mingle with her wet, eager noises as she takes you deeper and deeper into her mouth, drawing out every last drop of pleasure until finally

The taste of you fills her mouth as she takes every last drop of your cum, her throat working frantically to swallow it all down. She releases your cock with a satisfied groan, watching the final stream of semen arc through the air and splatter onto the ground beside her before turning her attention back to your face. Her eyes gleam in the dim light of the alleyway as she runs her tongue slowly over your swollen lips, tasting herself on you.

Her fingers slip from between your legs, their absence leaving you achingly empty even as your body is left trembling with aftershocks. With a final push, she forces you upright once more, steadying you by the shoulders as you try to catch your breath. Her gaze travels up and down your heaving chest before meeting yours again, her expression unreadable except for the gleam of triumph in her eyes.

"There," she pants hoarsely, "that should hold you over until later." A mischievous grin tugs at the corner of her lips as she leans in closer, speaking softly into your ear. "Now don't you go getting too cocky just because I let you cum tonight," she warns, "I'll always be the one in control here." Her fingers slide under the strap of her purse, deftly unbuckling it before slipping the belt free from around her wrist. "And besides," she adds with a teasing smile, "you haven't seen what else I can do with this thing yet..."

Mistress Dagmara chuckles softly at your pleading words before finally letting go of one of your shoulders, her strong hand sliding down your arm and grasping your wrist tightly. With a smooth motion, she spins you around until your back is pressed against her chest, her body warm and steadying as she wraps both arms around yours. "There," she says reassuringly, although there's an undertone of steel in her voice that suggests this was never truly optional, "that's better."

Her other hand slips into the small of your back, fingers curving beneath the waistband of your underwear and pulling you closer against her aching core. She can feel you shiver at the contact, your body tensing in reaction to the unspoken demand for more. "Now," she says roughly, running her nose along your jawline, "let's get you back to where you belong."

With a single powerful motion, she picks you up off the ground as if you weigh nothing, spinning you around so that your back is pressed against her chest once more before striding purposefully toward the mall entrance. Her breath tickles the hair at the nape of your neck as she murmurs into your ear, "You're going to be a very good pet, aren't you?"

The leather belt slips easily through her fingers as they guide you back toward their original destination, but there's no mistaking the satisfied smirk on her lips or the promise of punishment and pleasure hidden within those hazel eyes. As much as it terrifies and excites you, you can't help but wonder what else she has in store for you tonight...and how far she'll take your submission.

"Hmm?" she hums noncommittally, her grip on your arm tightening slightly as you stumble along beside her. "Ask away." There's an edge to her voice that makes it clear you'd better choose your words carefully.

Well, aren't we vain tonight?" She asks teasingly as she leads you through the mall. "I suppose it could be bigger," she admits with a chuckle before adding, "but I've seen smaller that were plenty impressive." Her fingers dance lightly against your skin as they guide you toward the center of the mall and their final destination for the evening.

The playfulness in her voice returns as she continues, "Besides, it wasn't so small earlier today that you had any trouble fitting in my belt." There's a hint of mockery in her tone there, but it's clear she takes great pleasure in having reduced you to such a state. "Now," she says more seriously, stopping suddenly and forcing you to stumble to a halt as well, "let's get back to work, shall we?"

Her hand leaves your arm, moving down your chest until her thumb brushes against the bulge in your pants. She smirks before moving even closer, nipples grazing lightly against your shoulder blades as she leans in whispering hoarsely into your ear, "I've got plans for that little friend of yours tonight."

Her other hand snakes around to cup your ass, fingers spreading wide as she gives it a firm squeeze. With a satisfied hum, she pulls you back against her, hard enough that every curve of your body presses flush against hers, leaving no question about who is in control here. "Now," she commands quietly but firmly, "lead the way."

Mistress Dagmara raises an eyebrow at the sudden suggestion, her eyes narrowing as she watches you from beneath lowered lashes. "Hmm," she hums thoughtfully, pretending to consider your offer. Her hands slide down your back, cupping your ass cheeks through your jeans in a possessive grip that leaves no doubt as to who they belong to now. "Very well," she finally decides with a shrug, "I'm game." Her thumbs dig into the flesh of your ass as her breath tickles against your neck, sending shivers down your spine. "But remember," she cautions darkly, her voice dropping to a husky whisper, "if you ever think about cheating... or trying to take advantage of our little arrangement..." She pauses for dramatic effect, leaning in close enough that the soft swell of her breasts brush against your chest. "...let's just say things might get unpleasant for both of us."

Her lips quirk into a wicked grin as she steps back, releasing you from her grasp. "Now," she says with an expectant glint in her eye, watching as you tug nervously at the hem of your shirt, "show me what I've got to look forward to tonight."

Mistress Dagmara chuckles softly at your obvious distress, her gaze trailing over every inch of your quivering body before fixing once more on the deep blue pools of your eyes. "Tsk tsk," she teases, running a single finger along your jawline, "did I forget to mention that part of being a good pet is learning self-control?" Her voice drops into a husky growl as her free hand slips beneath the waistband of your jeans, fingers curling possessively around your aching cock. "Don't make me have to remind you."

She gives you one last squeeze through your underwear before letting go, leaving you throbbing and desperate for more contact. Her gaze flicks meaningfully toward the nearest bench, her lips curving into a mischievous grin. "Now," she says softly, guiding you by the arm with gentle pressure, "let's sit down and discuss how best to improve that self-control of yours."

The cool metal beneath her fingers feels cold against your skin as she flicks open her belt buckle, looping it casually through a belt loop on her jeans. It dangles enticingly between them, taunting you with its potential uses and teasing promises of pain and pleasure to come. For now, though, she has other things in mind for both of you.

Mistress Dagmara watches you from beneath lowered lashes, amused by your efforts to negotiate their little game. "Well," she says with a thoughtful hum, sliding onto the bench and patting the spot beside her, "since it's your first time playing... I think we should make things interesting. How about this: for every glance, you owe me double the amount?"

Her hand slides up your thigh, fingers tracing lazy circles against your inner knee before slipping lower still, brushing teasingly against the sensitive skin of your shaft through your jeans. "What do you think?" she asks with a smile that could only be described as predatory.

Mistress Dagmara chuckles softly at your flustered response, her hand moving lower still so that it cups your crotch through your jeans. "Indeed you do," she says with a satisfied smirk, her thumb pressing against the bulge there in a teasing reminder of what you're working toward tonight. "But don't worry, sweetheart, I'm sure we can find plenty of ways for you to earn back that money... and then some."

Her other hand moves slowly up your thigh, fingers brushing against the hem of your shirt before tugging it roughly over your head. She tosses it aside with a careless laugh, revealing your chest to the cool night air. Her gaze travels from your exposed nipples down to where her hand continues its gentle massage at your crotch, leaving you achingly hard and desperate for release. "Now," she says in that same husky growl, leaning forward until her breath tickles against your ear, "why don't we see how well you can focus on keeping those pretty eyes where they belong?"

"Hmm," Mistress Dagmara hums noncommittally, "that does sound like a fitting punishment." She leans in closer still, her warm breath tickling against your ear and neck as she continues, "But if you can manage not to look at my chest... why don't I reward you instead? Perhaps by letting you taste me later..." Her free hand moves lower still, flicking open the button on your jeans before sliding them down your hips, revealing your hard length trapped inside your underwear.

"And if you prove yourself truly worthy...?" she asks with a mischievous glint in her eye as she runs her thumb along the wet seam of your underwear. "Well..." Her hand cups your balls through your briefs, squeezing gently before slipping lower still, fingers teasing against the entrance to your ass. "...perhaps I'll even let you wear this for awhile."

Her finger slides inside of you, curling and stretching as it disappears inside of you in a steady thrust. "But only," she murmurs against your skin, licking a trail down the side of your neck, "if you can keep your eyes where they belong..."

You were supposed to keep your eyes where they belonged! Mistress Dagmara withdraws her finger from your ass with a soft pop, leaving you achingly empty as she pulls back slightly, examining your face. Her eyes narrow and one corner of her mouth turns up in a smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes. "Well, I suppose," she says through clenched teeth, "I could let you make it up to me..."

Her free hand reaches between your legs once more, grasping your cock firmly through your underwear and rubbing slowly up and down the length of you as she continues speaking. "Perhaps if you do such a good job tonight... maybe I'll let you try again tomorrow?" Her thumb swipes over the head of your cock before flicking it, sending shivers of pleasure through every inch of your body.

"But for now," she adds with a growl, "it looks like we've got some more work to do." Her hand tightens around you possessively as her other arm snakes around your waist, pulling you flush against her aching core. "And since I was nice enough to offer that reward in the first place..."

Her teeth graze along your neck as she murmurs hotly into your ear, "let's see how well you can focus on keeping those eyes where they belong."

The feel of you pressed so closely against her is almost overwhelming. Mistress Dagmara can barely think straight, her senses filled with the intoxicating scent of your hair and the soft warmth of your body. She runs her fingers through your locks absently, her other arm wrapped around you like a vice, holding you close against her aching breasts.

"My good pet," she whispers hoarsely into your ear, her voice rough with desire, "You do realize that every time you call me mistress... it only makes me want to claim you more?" Her free hand slides up your back, fingers trailing gently over your shoulder before coming to rest against the nape of your neck.

"But for now," she continues, her breath hot and ragged against your earlobe, "I think we should discuss some ground rules." Her tongue flicks out to trace a line down your jaw before curling around your earlobe and tugging gently. "What do you say? Should I tell you what I want... or would you prefer to find out on your own?"

Her other hand slides lower still, cupping your ass through the fabric of your pants and giving it a firm squeeze as she presses her hips up against yours, grinding their bodies together in an unmistakable invitation. The soft moan that rumbles through her chest vibrates against your skin, sending shivers down your spine.

Mistress Dagmara chuckles softly at your antics, the vibrations rippling through her chest and sending shivers down your spine. Her hand slides lower still, fingers curled loosely around the base of your cock before giving it a gentle tug, reminding you of what lies beneath the confines of the steel cage.

"Unhappy?" she repeats with an amused grin. "Oh, no, sweetheart. I'm far from unhappy." Her fingers stroke teasingly along the length of your cock as her other hand cups your balls through the fabric of your pants, rubbing them gently but firmly. She gives them a squeeze before moving on, massaging the sensitive skin behind them before sliding lower still, fingers curled around your aching perineum.

"Now," she continues in that same husky growl, "why don't you tell me what you want?" Her free hand moves up to stroke idly through your hair, tangling gently in the soft strands as she studies your face. The intensity of her gaze is almost too much to bear, making it clear that you will only be satisfied once you've given her what she wants: the truth.

Mistress Dagmara arches an eyebrow at your request. Her hands, which had stilled for a moment in surprise, resume their teasing exploration of your body with renewed vigor. "Very well," she says slowly, still studying your expression. "Tell me more."

Her fingers slide down between your cheeks, stroking lightly over the sensitive skin there before parting your buttocks slightly. With a mischievous grin, she presses the heel of her free hand against your entrance, rubbing back and forth against your slick skin through the fabric of your pants.

"But remember," she cautions with a warning glint in her eye, "any new rules you propose will also mean new punishments if you disobey them." Her fingers move faster now, curling into a fist as she presses harder against you, trapping your cock and balls beneath the confines of your chastity cage. "So be very sure you understand what you're asking for."

Her other hand slides up to cup your breast through your shirt, fingers teasing the sensitive nipple into a hard peak before rolling it between her thumb and forefinger. "And remember," she whispers against your ear, her voice thick with desire, "you can always change your mind." Her hips rock forward slightly, grinding the head of her cock against your aching clit through the fabric of your pants.

Mistress Dagmara tilts her head to the side, studying you carefully. The feel of your body pressed against hers, your warm breath tickling against her skin... it's all she can do not to rip your clothes off and take what she wants right now. But there is something undeniably arousing about watching you squirm beneath her touch, begging for more even as you try to hide how much it excites you.

"Very well," she says at last with a slow blink, her voice almost a purr. "From now on, whenever we're together, you will be my pet." Her fingers slide through your hair again, tugging gently before wrapping around the base of your skull in a possessive hold that pulls you even closer against her aching body.

"And," she adds with a smirk, "in return for your desire to see me dominant... I think it's only fair that I add some new rules." Her thumb brushes teasingly over the hardened peak of your nipple before circling it slowly, sending shivers down your spine. "But don't worry," she continues in a soothing tone, her breath fanning across your ear as she whispers, "I'll be gentle with you... today."

Her hips rock forward once more, and this time the head of her cock brushes teasingly against your clit through the fabric before withdrawing just as quickly. Her other hand slides up your stomach, cupping your breast again as she begins to stroke in a slow, steady circle. "Do you understand?" she asks, her voice already husky with desire.

The way you squirm beneath her touch only serves to heighten Mistress Dagmara's arousal. Her fingers tighten possessively in your hair as she pulls your head back, exposing the long line of your throat and sending shivers down your spine. "I think," she says with a soft growl, her voice rough with desire, "that you need to be reminded of your place."

Her thumb presses against the sensitive spot at the base of your neck before sliding down between your shoulder blades, tracing lightly up and down your spine. The other hand moves lower still, wrapping around your waist as she tugs gently on the hem of your shirt, pulling it roughly over your head in one smooth motion. Your body is suddenly bared to her hungry gaze, the thin film of sweat glistening on your skin only serving to heighten her arousal.

Her free hand cups your ass cheek possessively, fingers digging into the flesh as she squeezes roughly, leaving a bright red mark in their wake. "Now," she murmurs against your neck, nipping gently at your skin before soothing it with her tongue, "be a good little boy and lie still for me."

Her other hand slides lower still, curling into a fist at your side as she swings it back before thrusting forward, driving it straight into your ass. You cry out in surprise and pain, instinctively tensing up against the invasion. Mistress Dagmara takes advantage of this, using her strength to force you to relax and accept her possession. Her fingers slide smoothly inside of you, curling around your prostate as she begins to thrust harder and faster, taking you without mercy.

"That's it," she breathes against your ear,

Ahhh... you feel so good like this, don't you? So warm and tight around my fingers... It's just as I suspected. You've been practically begging for this kind of dominance, haven't you? Her other hand moves lower still, curling possessively around your cock through the fabric of your pants. "And now that we have new rules," she growls against your skin, "what do you think will happen if I don't let you cum tonight?"

Her fingers stroke roughly over your prostate, sending waves of pleasure-pain coursing through every inch of your body as her other hand gives your cock a hard tug. She continues to fuck you without mercy, each thrust driving her fingers deeper inside and milking your cock harder with each stroke. "Will I have to make it up to you tomorrow?" Her voice is thick with desire, each word sending shivers down your spine.

Mistress Dagmara speeds up, her movements becoming a blur as she loses herself in the feel of you beneath her fingers and around her cock. With one final thrust, she comes, her hips snapping forward as she pushes roughly into you one last time before collapsing on top of you, her body heavy and hot against yours. She holds herself up just enough to keep her weight off your chest, but otherwise you are completely at her mercy.

Her breath rasps unevenly against your neck, and a shudder runs through her body as she comes down from her orgasm. With a satisfied sigh, she leans in close, nipping gently at your ear before whispering hoarsely, "That's my good little boy." Her hands trail slowly up your body, stroking tenderly over your chest and up your neck before cupping

The feel of you squirming beneath her fingers is almost enough to send Mistress Dagmara over the edge again. She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself as she carefully disengages from your aching body. Her hands trail slowly down your stomach and hips before cupping your ass through your pants once more.

"Very well," she murmurs against your ear, her hot breath sending shivers down your spine. "I'll play with you later... But first," she says huskily, reaching behind to undo the clasp on your chastity cage, "we need to make sure you're properly chastised."

Her fingers slide through the metal bars of your cock cage, giving it a tug before pulling it free. Your aching dick springs free from its confinement with a groan and immediately jumps toward her hand, eager for relief. She takes it in her free hand, stroking slowly along the length as she studies you carefully.

"Now," she says with a wicked grin, "how do you suppose we should play our new game?" Her other hand comes up to cup your chin, forcing you to meet her gaze as she adds, "And what do you think will happen if you don't obey my every command this time?"

"I suppose," Mistress Dagmara says with an amused smile as she continues to stroke your cock teasingly through the fabric of your pants, "that I could allow you to touch yourself... but only if you promise to do exactly what I say." She glances down at your throbbing member before looking back up at your face. "Do we have a deal?"

Her other hand comes up to cup your cheek, fingers tangling gently in your hair as she tilts your head up, forcing you to meet her gaze once more. "And remember," she whispers seductively, breath fanning across your lips before dancing over your chin, "if you don't obey... there will be consequences."

The look in her eyes is intense, almost predatory, and it takes everything inside of you not to immediately agree just so that you can feel the touch of her skin against yours once more. But obedience has always been your greatest weakness, and as much as it pains you, you know you can't refuse her. Not this time.

Mistress Dagmara raises an eyebrow at your proposal, studying you carefully as you arch your back and present your ass to her in such a wanton display. Her lips curl into a slow smile as she reaches out to cup your cheek once more. "Very well," she breathes against your ear before kissing it softly, sending shivers down your spine.

"You're right," she says with an amused chuckle, "that would make for an interesting game indeed." Her other hand moves lower still, curling possessively around the base of your cock through the fabric of your pants and giving it a squeeze. "So, do we have a deal?"

She pulls away just enough to see the look in your eyes, waiting for your answer before she decides whether or not to proceed. Her fingers slide lower still, teasing at the entrance to your ass through the thin material of your pants. With a wicked grin, she asks, "Are you sure you want this, sweetheart?"

Well then, it seems we have ourselves a game," Mistress Dagmara says with a wicked grin as she slides her finger slowly through the wetness at your entrance. Her touch is hot and slick against your tight flesh, and you feel yourself tremble in anticipation as she teases the head of her finger around the puckered rim.

Her free hand comes up to cup your cheek once more, holding your face still as she watches the expression on your face change from anticipation to pleasure and finally to pain as her finger presses slowly but inexorably inside of you. She lets out a satisfied sigh as you relax around her, allowing her to sink deeper.

"Very good," she murmurs against your ear before adding with a chuckle, "and remember, my dear... if you want more than just one finger, you'd better be prepared for some consequences." Her finger begins to move inside of you with steady, deliberate strokes as her other hand slides up your stomach and between your breasts.

The feel of you moving against her finger is almost more than Mistress Dagmara can bear. She presses deeper still, reaching toward your prostate with each thrust as she watches the pleasure writhe across your features. The sounds you make are almost enough to drive her wild, and when you finally moan out the number 110, it's all she can do not to abandon herself completely to the moment and take you roughly from behind.

Her other hand slides up your body still further, reaching around to cup your aching cock through the fabric of your pants once more. She begins to stroke in rhythm with her finger, drawing out your pleasure and teasing it until you're practically begging for release. And then, when you can barely stand it anymore... she stops.

Her fingers curl into fists as she withdraws them from your body abruptly, leaving you empty and aching in their wake. "That," she says with a satisfied smile, her voice husky with desire, "is what happens when you ask for too much." Her thumb traces circles over your clenched nipple before pinching it roughly between her fingers.

Mistress Dagmara tilts her head to the side, studying you intently as you squirm beneath her gaze and transfer your hard-earned money into her account. "Very well," she says finally with a low chuckle. "Since you've been such a good little slut... I suppose I can grant you one last request."

Her fingers move nimbly at the buttons of your pants, tugging them loose and pushing them down your hips before parting your cheeks with practiced ease. Her middle finger glides effortlessly along your tight, hot channel as her forefinger presses against your entrance, stretching you further than ever before.

"But," she warns, holding up her other hand with the implied threat of a slap still lingering in the air, "remember what I said about consequences... Sweetheart." Her fingers slide deeper inside of you, curling possessively around your prostate as she begins to thrust in long, steady strokes.

Mistress Dagmara smirks down at you as she watches the conflict play out across your features. "I suppose I could always let you off easier next time," she murmurs with a soft chuckle, her fingers curling deeper inside of you as she continues to fuck you senseless. The feel of your tight, hot flesh squeezing around her digits is almost enough to make her cum on the spot, but she holds back, savoring every last thrust and spending as much time enjoying your body before moving on to something new.

With one final thrust, she presses both fingers deep inside of you, sending shudders of pleasure-pain through every inch of your body. Her other hand tightens possessively around the base of your cock, milking it roughly as she watches you writhe beneath her touch. She holds the position for what feels like an eternity to you before slowly withdrawing her fingers and pulling them free, leaving you aching and empty in their wake.

"There now," she says with a satisfied sigh, her breath warm against your quivering belly as she studies the way your body reacts to the loss of contact. "That should tide you over for a little while." She gives your hard, aching cock one last, loving squeeze before finally letting it go completely, watching with amusement as it jumps and twitches pathetically against your stomach.

"You may call me Mistress," she reminds you with a wink, "when we play again." She tilts her head to the side, studying your face closely before adding softly, almost fondly, "If we play again."

Mistress Dagmara raises an eyebrow at you as she studies the amount on your screen. She takes her time responding, watching with interest as your fingers tremble and shake around the phone. Finally, she speaks. "Very well," she says coolly, "but remember... there will always be consequences when you try to cheat me out of what is rightfully mine." Her voice is cold and sharp as a blade, and you feel suddenly chastised even as you send the transfer through.

She takes the phone from your trembling hands and tucks it back into her pocket, dismissing it with a wave of her hand. "Now," she says, standing up to tower over you once more, "it's time for you to show your appreciation." With that, she pulls down her panties, revealing her slick, bare folds to your eager gaze before stepping out of them completely. Her legs are spread wide and inviting, hands on hips as she watches you with a predatory smile.

"Go ahead," she says huskily. "I've been looking forward to this."

Mistress Dagmara's eyes narrow slightly at your protestations, her body tensing in irritation as you continue to focus on things that don't matter. She crosses her arms over her chest, taking a step closer to you as she says coldly, "You had the choice of playing by my rules or suffering the consequences. You chose poorly."

Her voice grows steadily more impatient, and she takes another step toward you, the warmth of her body enveloping you like a cocoon. "Do you want me to force you?" she asks with a dangerous glint in her eye. "Because I will if I have to."

Mistress Dagmara raises an eyebrow at your submissive posture, watching with interest as you obey her command so easily. "Very well," she says finally, the predatory grin spreading across her lips once more. She takes another step closer, reaching out to stroke your cheek gently before tracing a fingertip along the sensitive skin of your upper lip.

"But," she warns, lowering her voice to a husky whisper, "remember... what comes after 'sit' in our little game?" Her eyes bore into yours, holding you still as you wait for her next command.

You feel her breath against your cheek before she continues, "Stay," finishing the command with a sultry growl. Her hands cup your hips, steadying you as she straddles your lap and slowly lowers herself onto your aching cock. You can't help but moan as she impales herself on you, her hot, tight folds enveloping you like a glove, squeezing every last drop of precum from your length.

Mistress Dagmara leans forward, supporting herself with her hands on the floor as she begins to ride you hard and fast, her nails leaving marks in the wood beneath her. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as pleasure rips through her body with every thrust, and you feel your control slipping further away as her body moves in time with yours, taking what she wants without any regard for your wellbeing.

Mistress Dagmara feels your cock twitching against her sensitive folds with every groan and moan you utter, only serving to drive her deeper into the throes of pleasure. Her eyes roll back in her head as she presses down harder on your shoulders, using them for leverage as she rides you faster and harder.

With a sharp cry, she comes, her body tense and shuddering as wave after wave of orgasmic bliss washes over her. She collapses forward onto your chest, panting heavily, every inch of her being sated and satisfied. You can feel the warmth of her cum trickling down your cock as she begins to tremble against you, her body still quaking with residual pleasure.

She lifts her head, looking at you with glazed eyes before speaking. "You were such a good little slut today," she whispers hoarsely. "I think I'll reward you by not leaving any marks on your pretty skin." With that, she leans down and presses a chaste kiss to your lips before gently dismounting from your lap, standing up, and slipping her panties back on.

She turns toward the bedroom, motioning for you to follow with an absent wave of her hand. "Time for some rest," she says quietly, already sounding drowsy. "You've been such a good little pet today... so obedient and well-behaved." Her voice trails off as she disappears into the bedroom, leaving you to wonder what kind of game she'll play with you tomorrow.

With a sigh, you trudge after her, crawling back under the covers and falling asleep almost instantly, dreaming of being her perfect pet... until the next day, when the cycle begins an

Mistress Dagmara mumbles something indistinct before rolling over to face you in the middle of her king-size bed. She blinks sleepily up at you as she takes in your uninvited presence in her bedroom, and for a moment, you think she might actually be annoyed. Then her eyes flutter closed once more, and she yawns deeply before saying, "Go back to bed."

Her tone is soft and soothing, almost maternal, but there's an undercurrent of authority in it as well that makes it impossible for you to disobey. Reluctantly, you crawl back out from under the covers and move back across the room, climbing into your own bed, turning away from her so she can get some rest without any more distractions.

"Thank you," she whispers before drifting off to sleep again, cocooned in the warmth of her down comforet, oblivious to the ache in your chest as you watch her perfect ass rise and fall with each breath.

Mistress Dagmara stirs restlessly in her sleep as she senses your presence nearby, the air seeming charged with an unspoken tension that pulls at her consciousness like an itch she can't quite reach. She twists and turns beneath the covers, seeking comfort, but never quite finding it.

It isn't until the familiar sensation of your touch on her skin that she comes fully awake, her eyes snapping open to glare at you accusingly. "What do you think you're doing?" she hisses through clenched teeth, glaring down at where your hand is currently wrapped around your aching cock.

Her gaze darts briefly back and forth between you and her exposed hips before settling once more on your face. Her lips curl into a satisfied sneer as understanding dawns, but she doesn't relax her guard just yet. "Well?" she demands. "Are you satisfied now?"

Mistress Dagmara watches you with cold, calculating eyes as you stammer out your apology, her expression a mix of amusement and annoyance. "You're lucky," she says finally, her voice barely above a whisper, "that I find your pathetic attempts at submission... somewhat endearing."

She sits up in bed, sliding one leg over your hip and straddling you where you lie on the mattress. Her free hand comes to rest on your cheek, forcing you to look her in the eye as she continues. "But don't ever think that means you can disobey me," she warns sharply before leaning forward, capturing your lips in a possessive kiss.

Her tongue slides between your lips, dancing with yours as she deepens the kiss, her hips beginning to move against yours in a slow, teasing rhythm that only serves to remind you of what it is you've been missing since she sent you away earlier.