Beg her to finish you.

You swallow what little is left of your pride and say, “I’m sorry, Mistress. I don’t know what I was thinking. I promise to be good from now on. Just...please let me cum.”

“Hmmm. You certainly grovel well enough. But actions speak louder than words,” Lady Grace says. “I require some proof of your contrition.”

She raises her fingers, still glistening with the aftermath of her orgasm, to your lips. A few drops of her cum are shaken free with the motion, splattering over your chest and chin in little bursts of heat.

“Suck them clean,” Lady Grace tells you.

You do as you’re commanded, taking her fingers in your mouth and starting to suck and lick the juices off them. You’re so **** for an orgasm that despite the humiliation of being made to do this, you work at it enthusiastically, cleaning off every drop. Lady Grace hums with satisfaction.

“Now that is obedience,” she tells you. “Very well. You’ve earned back your right to cum.” With that, she takes your shaft in hand and starts jerking you off with her usual...well, grace.

You’re so pent-up and horny that it only takes her a few strokes to finish you, and you blow a massive load, shooting thick ropes of cum onto the canvas as your backed-up cock gets its release.

“Oh my. That was almost impressive,” Lady Grace observes as she uncuffs you. “Perhaps I should make you wait more often.”

“No, please,” you whimper.

Her only response is a wicked grin as she leads you back to the center of the ring.