Just do it.

"Go ahead," Miriam said bitterly. "You're going to do it anyway"

"But what would you learn from that?" I asked. "No, I want you to submit to me willingly."

Pulling Miriam off the table, I spun her around and dragged her down with me as I sat. With my legs together, she had **** but to straddle me. "Kiss me."

Swallowing whatever remark must have been on the tip of her tongue, she leaned forward and met my lips with hers.

It was a disappointing kiss to say the least. Miriam kept her lips closed and barely moved them, even when I opened my mouth to prod at them with my tongue.

She got the message though when my fingers started digging into the burning skin of her ass. Her mouth opened as if on command, not only admitting my tongue but meeting it with hers. I relaxed my grip to let her know I approved, and we made out with mutual, though differently motivated, enthusiasm. She pressed her trembling body against me, eager to stay on her protector's good side. Her bare legs rubbed against my sides, and I could feel her firm breasts through our shirts.

**** to stop kissing her now that she was finally feeling cooperative, but eager to get on with things, I once more lowered Miriam to her knees and stood up.

"Let's try this again, shall we?"

I was almost disappointed when she nodded glumly instead of resisting me again, but the fight had left her little body.

"Who do you belong to?"

"To you," she said weakly, her voice barely audible.

"You will address me as sir. Who do you belong to?"

"I belong to you, sir." Her voice was louder this time.

"Who do you obey?"

"You, sir."

"Who do you love?"

"No... don't make me say it." Miriam cowered as if expecting to be struck, and flinched away when I cupped her chin to make her look at me.

"It's ok, I understand. Why speak when you can show me your devotion instead?"

Letting go of Miriam's chin, I gently pried her mouth open with one finger before sliding it past her lips.

Miriam's eyes darted to look at me in confusion as I explored the inside over her mouth, but it didn't take her long to catch on and start sucking on my finger.

She lapped at it when I played with her tongue, shifted on her knees to follow it when I moved it around, and even did her best to hold her head still for me when I pushed it all the way to the back of her mouth to poke her uvula.

Satisfied, I retrieved my finger. It exited her pursed lips with a pop and left her mouth hanging open, a string of spit connecting it to her chin.

"You're doing good so far," I praised Miriam. "Are you ready for the real thing?"

"Yes sir"