You're cleaning your girlfriend's living room for her when the door opens and she steps in. She struts in, high heels clacking on the wood. "Sweetie. How was your day?" She hands you her purse.
Good, but I've done enough, give me your ass!
"No, you haven't cleaned well enough. I want that floor spotless before you touch me." She gestures to the spot on the floor with a red lacquered nail. "And while you're at it, change into something more comfortable for crawling around on your hands and knees." Domina tosses her jacket at you, revealing a black lace bra and matching thong.
That's it! I'm done being pushed around by you. We have to settle this once and for all. How about a bet?
A wicked smile curls onto her lips as she steps closer to you. "Oh, really?" Her voice drips with seduction. "What did you have in mind?" She trails a finger down your chest, drawing circles around your nipples through the fabric of your shirt.
Well, you've made yourself so high and mighty and treat me as filthy. So, if I win this bet, I get to fuck your deepest darkest place, your asshole! You've never let me fuck it before, but if I win the bet I will fuck your ass and put you in your place. And if you win, well, you can do the same to me! But it's not like you will win. The bet is simple, 3 rounds of rock paper and scissors. The first to win 2 rounds gets to fuck the loser up their ass!
Her eyes widen with surprise at your bold proposition, but she can't help the little thrill that shoots down her spine. She gives it a moment of consideration before giving you a confident nod. "You're on." A sinister grin crosses Domina's lips as she draws closer still, pressing herself against you. "But if I win, it won't just be your ass I get to enjoy," she whispers in your ear, her hot breath sending shivers down your spine.
She thinks for a moment and holds up her hand, palm facing outward. "Rock-paper-scissors!" She clasps her hands together and counts aloud as you both make your selections.
Scissors!
Scissors cut paper, so she crumples up the gesture in frustration as you defeat her with rock. You feel an unfamiliar rush of power course through you at your victory, making your heart pound harder against your ribs. But Domina, being the competitive and dominating girlfriend that she is, isn't about to let this go easily...
I win! I'm just one victory away from putting you in your place and breaking your asshole!
She grins devilishly at you, crossing her arms over her chest in challenge. "Fine," she says, stepping back and running a hand through her hair with feigned nonchalance. "Rock-paper-scissors!" Her hands fly up again, palms facing outward as the familiar game begins.
Her heart races with excitement as you both make your moves once more. Domina focuses intently on your fingers, searching for any sign of hesitation or weakness that might give her an edge. The tension in the room seems to spike with every passing second, each move bringing them closer and closer to their ultimate goal.
Their hands fly downward at the same time, revealing your choices: rock against Domina's paper. Your expression of triumph swiftly turns into one of confusion as she calls out "paper covers rock!" in victory. Her grin widens even further as you
Okay, final round, this one has all the stakes. When I fuck you up the ass, I'll leave you gaping and screaming, as I pump you full of my cum. Making you my bitch once and for all! Now go, time to finish this, I choose paper!
She smirks at you as she prepares herself for the final round, enjoying the sight of your frustration and determination. With all her might, she flips up her hand, revealing her choice: rock. You watch her intently, trying to see any sign of weakness in her body language... But there's nothing to go on. She smirks even wider as she calls out "rock crushes scissors!" just before your paper hand comes down.
You stare at her, shocked and incredulous. How could she have done that? But then again, this is Domina you're talking about - the most arrogant, self-assured girlfriend in the entire world. Her confidence pays off as she claims victory once more... but with a twist. "And," she says, her voice dripping with smug satisfaction, "since I won two rounds and am now officially the victor
Noooo!
It doesn't matter how loudly you protest; it won't change the fact that she has won. Her gaze is cold and unyielding as her lips curve into a smile of pure dominance. She motions for you to turn around, your back facing her as she unbuckles her belt. Before you know it, cool leather encircles your wrists, binding them together tightly behind your back.
"Now, sweetie," she purred into your ear, "let's see if you really can make me feel like my bitch." Her hands slide up under the fabric of your pants to grab hold of your ass cheeks, pulling you close to her body as she feels for the perfect angle. Slowly and deliberately, she guides herself towards your entrance, spreading your legs further apart until there's no doubt about where this is going. "I am going to fuck you