Refuse

"No! Get the fuck away from me!" you say, your voice stern.

"Come on, baby, stop being such a tease!" Alan says. "You know you want it."

With that, Saoirse steps forward, slapping Alan in the face. He stumbles back, letting out a string of expletives, as Saoirse quickly shoves him out of the room.

"The lady said no, fucker! Get the hell out of here, or you'll regret it!"

Alan walks out of the room, still swearing, as Saoirse slams the door behind him.

"Oh, my poor baby," Saoirse says, hugging you tightly "He shouldn't have treated you that way."

"I thought you liked when I was demeaned," you say, as Saoirse laughs, albeit with a tinge of sadness.

"Oh, baby," Saoirse says. "You have so much to learn. Come, let me get you a drink."

Saoirse walks over to her bedside table, as you get to examine her beautiful naked body, cum still dripping from her slit and plastered around her thin strip of fair pubes. She grabs a small bottle that seems to be filled with a cocktail, a Mimosa, offering it to you. She twists off the bottle cap, before offering you it. You thank her, taking a sip, as Saoirse sits down next to you, patting the bed.

"Come, come, sit down," she says, as you obey. "Sooner or later, you're going to have to realize that everything is all about power, my little Jacqueline. Sexuality, gender, it's all a fluid mess. That's what we've seen with you, haven't we, princess? The important thing is to always make sure you're in a position of power. I know you love being a little slut to be used, and I definitely do sometimes... but domme, sub, slut, they're all just fun little labels for a bit of excitement."

Saoirse leans in, planting a gentle kiss on your neck, before standing up and looking you over.

"At first, I must admit, you were a good little plaything for me. I could exploit your horniness a bit, have some fun, and leave you off the hook. But the more I've seen of you, the more we brought out your inner Jacqueline, the more I've realized you're just one of the girls."

"Thank you," you say, beaming up at her.

"I mean, guys are just driven by hormones. Anger, lust, the need to have the biggest dick in the room. But ladies like you or I, we can be a bit more elegant. While we both might love being treated like whores, feeling used, all of it... we have to always remain in power, right?"

You nod your head slightly along, taking a sip of your drink.

"Take Alan, for instance. He likes to come in here and have some fun degrading me, thinking he's in charge... but guess who had a camera record every single thrust? And guess which rich banker is going to be sending me a little cheque later this week, to ensure his wife doesn't have to see that footage?"

"You're blackmailing him?"

"Of course," she nods. "The fact of the matter is, I'm gorgeous. As are you. And that means there's a whole lot of people who want to take advantage of you, to use up that sexy little body. All I'm suggesting is we use them right back. And that... that's what I do with my girls. Take power, and have fun."

"You're a lot smarter than I ever thought, Saoirse," you say.

"Thank you, darling. Now, I'm very glad you're learning how to use your new body, your new sexuality... next, we'll see if you can learn how to use it to really take power. And, like any mentor, I think you deserve a reward."

Saoirse lies down on the bed, waving a hand over the cum that covers her flat, lower belly and pussy.

"So how about you help clean this off for me... and maybe afterward, we can have some fun?"