Lady Grace drags you back to her dressing room.

As Lady Grace leads you backstage with her leash, your cock stands fully erect and hard as steel, aroused beyond belief by the lewd and lustful memories of everything she's done to you and fantasies of everything she plans to do. But despite your impressive size, she gives no sign that she notices your arousal.

She steps into her room and yanks on the leash roughly, causing you to stumble inside and fall to your knees. The carpet is plush and comfortable, which would be surprising if its owner weren't a very wealthy woman who enjoys seeing her sexual partners kneel before her. What _is _surprising is that despite the debauchery that must go on in this room on an almost daily basis, its fabric--jet-black, with golden flower designs woven into it--is completely spotless, with not a stain to be seen.

A "carpet cleaning" joke is forming in your head when your Mistress slaps you sharply across the face. "Pay attention, ****," she admonishes you.

You quickly nod and glance up at her, awaiting your orders. She's standing over you, resplendent in her nudity, still soaked between the thighs from her victory in the ring. Her nipples, just as aroused as the rest of her, stand out sharply from her firm and perfectly shaped bust. One slim hand runs down her side and over the curve of her hip, tracing the form of the body that dominated yours.

"I have a test for you," Lady Grace announces. "You are going to perform a task for me. The obedience and competence with which you perform this task will determine the manner in which I decide to use my ****. Satisfy me with your efforts, and you will be rewarded with my personal attention." She shoots a significant glance down at your erection, the first time she's acknowledged it since you left the ring. "Fail me, and..."

"I'll be punished with your personal attention?" you surmise.

She slaps you again, harder this time. The vicious backhand sets your cheek to stinging, and you recoil from her strike.

"First," she says, "you're permitted to speak only when spoken to. Unless I prompt you otherwise, your mouth should be used only for the pleasure of your Mistress. It goes without saying that you will not dare to interrupt me again. Second: no. Failure will not be punished by my personal attention. That would be too good for a **** incapable of fulfilling even the fundamentals of his role. Your punishment will be decided by others, who will use you like a common whore, for that is all you could aspire to be if not for my generosity in allowing you to serve me."

You nod your understanding, properly chastised not to talk again.

"My command for you is simple," Lady Grace says. "You will worship your Mistress's body. Every part of it. Without restraint, shame, or recalcitrance. You will start when I tell you to start and stop when I tell you to stop. Beyond that...feel free to be creative." She smirks at you. "How does that sound?"

"Amazing, Mistress," you reply, and to your surprise you find it's the truth.

"Of course it does," she says smugly. "You may begin."