Control.

"And me? You can call me mistress." she tells you, continuing to wipe precum on you, as if her cock was an over-sized tube of lipstick. Reluctantly, you open your mouth and go down on the head of her dick.

SMACK.

You feel a sting on your cheek from where the red hair dominatrix just slapped you. "My, what terrible manners for such a cutie," she says, now rubbing her drooling tip on your forehead. "not even bothering to ask for what she wants."

"C-can I suck it?"

"Can you suck what, bitch? And you better address me properly this time."

"Can I please suck your big cock, Mistress?"

"That's better, see cutie, if you want something from your mistress just try asking politely next time" as she lines up the business end of her new tool with your lips. "Open up, you asked for this.", You quickly open your jaw as far as it will go, feeling something grab onto the back of your head.

For the second time today, the cotton candy girl begins roughly pulling your head into her crotch, only this time there's nine inches of flesh between you. You can taste her (your?) pussy juice on the head as your lips and tongue are pushed forcefully over it. Luckily you haven't eaten anything today as you gag when her head knocks at the entrance to your throat.