Joyfully dominant

"No ... no, not at all! I'm just wondering how far you want to go!" John replied to Brianna with a grin. He raised his arm with an outstretched hand and placed his fingers under her chin to lift her head. He looked deep into her eyes and could literally feel that she was uncomfortable.

"Well... I don't know," Brianna replied hesitantly, trying to meet his gaze.

"That doesn't make it any easier," he replied, tilting his head again, and she was visibly surprised. He wondered what was going on in her head. Thanks to the ring, he could influence and change her thoughts and her body, but unfortunately, he couldn't see inside her head. That annoyed him a little. But he was sure it was because of his behavior. After all, he had been much more reserved in detention the day before. She was certainly surprised that he was much more self-confident now, but that should please her if she wanted to submit to him anyway. But that was all conjecture on his part. Brianna didn't move, though, and swallowed once, twice, before deciding to say something.

"How...how far do I have to go for...for you to be willing?"

"Well, if you want to submit to me, then only completely," John replied immediately and this time very firmly.

"What do you mean?" she asked hesitantly as he lowered his hand again.

"Just as I said, if you submit to me, then completely in all aspects. That means I decide everything that happens in your life! Of course, I will take your job and your obligations into consideration, but I expect obedience. Do you think you want to and can do that? To put your needs before mine?" he explained to her what he wanted and received a gentle smile coupled with a nod.

"That also means you shouldn't make your own decisions anymore. I want to be in charge of everything in your life, you realize that?" he asked her, and she nodded again.

John smiled, "Well then, I've got some good news, you won't be wearing underwear anymore. Not even during the day! That should take care of the itching."

Brianna smiled at him, but probably didn't understand what he was getting at.

"Oh, and you don't wear clothes at home anymore," he added with a wink.

"Oh ... sure," she replied and began to undress. As soon as she was naked, he took her wrist and walked with her into the living room.

"Present yourself and stand on tiptoe."

Without hesitation, she stood in the middle of the room and then spun around once. She turned slowly so that John could take his time to look at her from all sides. It wasn't the first time he'd seen her naked, but she seemed more submissive today than she had the day before.

"Now kneel and stay upright," he said gently. Brianna slowly lowered herself to her knees and looked at him intently.

"Is that..." she wanted to ask him, but John immediately raised a finger to his mouth.

"Shh. You only talk when I speak to you! So, if we're going to do this, we need to lay down some rules," he interrupted her, and she nodded in agreement.

John wasn't prepared for this. He had no idea what rules to set, apart from the fact that she was no longer wearing underwear.

"You should also show more skin. So no more pants for you and ditch the blazers. And no more flat shoes," he formulated the first idea that popped into his head. She nodded immediately. Wondering if his orders from detention still applied, he took off his pants. As soon as she saw his cock, she bit her lower lip and her eyes widened.

"Was... was he that big yesterday?" she blurted out. There was a lust in her voice that could not be ignored. At the same time, she leaned forward and put her hands on the floor. John ignored the question and just grinned at her.

"I think we should pick up where we left off yesterday then, bend over the couch," he told her, and she motioned to the couch as he followed her.

"Thank you for everything," he said, and she turned her head towards him as she continued to approach the couch on all fours.

"Where ... Aaaaa ... Thank you ..." she wanted to ask, and he gave her a light slap on her ass cheek. She was immediately followed by a second, harder slap.

"THANK YOU MASTER! That means!" he corrected her as she cried out again.

"Thank you ... Master," she thanked him in a trembling voice.

When she finally reached the couch, she slowly crawled up, put her arms on the backrest and was about to lift one leg onto the seat when John gave her another slap on the ass.

"Nah, stay like that," he said, and she thanked him one more time.

"Let's see what I missed yesterday then!" he summarized and knelt behind her. His cock was already hard. He hit her one more time. This time he let his hand rest on her ass cheek for a while and then gently stroked between her legs. He was pleased to see that she was already wet and could hardly wait to be filled by him.

"So you stupid little bitch want to be fucked and used by me at will?" he asked her as he rubbed his finger through her crack.

"Yeeees, pleaaaaase ... Master," she replied and exhaled heavily.

"Then let the bitch have it!" he replied, pressing the tip of his cock against her entrance. She inhaled with a hiss and was already trembling with excitement. She turned her head towards him and pushed her hips back so he could penetrate her deeper.

"Let this bitch help a little," she said seductively, pushing her hips back further and further. With that, he pushed deeper and deeper into her and looked at her, a little surprised at her choice of words. He put his hand around her head and pushed his index finger into her mouth.

"I like that! You only talk about yourself as a slut even when we're together, and now suck my finger while I explore MY slut's cunt!" he announced happily and began to fuck her. He pushed his finger a little deeper into her mouth and pulled her head back a little. He felt her tongue immediately start to dance around it as if it were his cock. Furthermore, he now fucked her harder and faster. His free hand reached for her breast, which swung back and forth in time. He could feel both his and her orgasm building up. He quickened his pace again, and Brianna's moans became more and more intense. John also felt her sucking harder and harder on his finger. Then it was time and he was about to come. He was also sure that she was on the verge of it when he pulled out of her and squirted on her back and ass.

"Mhhh noooo," she moaned in frustration into his finger before he pulled it out of her mouth. She turned to him and looked at him over her shoulder in frustration.

"Master... please..." she whimpered.

"Don't worry, we're not done yet, but everything about you is mine, isn't it?" he reassured her and she nodded slowly.

John continued to grin at her and let her lick up the cum that hadn't landed on her. While she knelt on all fours in front of the couch and bent over to lick up his sperm, he immediately penetrated her crack of pleasure with his finger. She moaned and as he fingered her, she began to whimper again.

"You didn't thank me for letting you lick up my cum, bitch! I don't think you're going to cum at all tonight," he said and laughed like a meanie. He didn't let her come again for the rest of the evening, and fell asleep with her on her bed.