Miranda wants Shepard on her knees

“I want you on your knees. In your submissive position,” Miranda said.

Shepard nodded as she repositioned herself. “Yes, mistress.”

Miranda smiled as she rubbed her hands all over Shepard’s body, paying extra attention to her bare crotch. “Did you do this for me?” Miranda whispered. “I don’t remember asking you to shave.”

Shepard gulped. “It’s uh more hygienic for the sushi,” Shepard said.

“Then why did you drip all over the nigiri?” Miranda asked.

Shepard gulped. “Uh…”

“Are you lying?” Miranda asked.

“No, mistress,” Shepard said.

“Mmm…” Miranda said. “Do you need to be punished?”

Shepard squirmed. “N-no… mistress,” Shepard said.

“Do you want to be punished?” Miranda asked. “What if I were to drag you out of the restaurant as you are now. Let everyone see you in your perfect form. How would you react?”

Shepard blushed. “Uh…. I…”

“Do you think you were in control when you arranged the sushi date?” Miranda asked. “Did you think you were dominant?”

Shepard shook her head. “No, mistress,” Shepard said.

“Who’s in control?” Miranda asked.

“You are, mistress,” Shepard said.

Miranda knelt behind Shepard and fondled her nipples. Shepard moaned in response. “Now… let’s see…”