She needs relief

"B-b-but, I-I haven't orgasmed yet," Anna cried out, not caring much that she was finally free. She turned frantically and the smiling heiress who was regarding her.

"So you want more of this," Paris said playfully, flouting the big strap-on dildo.

"Yes, I need it!" Anna shouted, her eyes imploring the other woman. "Finish me off!"

Paris' smile faded. Instead, she glared at the Russian blond. "Was that an order that YOU are giving ME?!? Is that what I just taught you! If you want something from me, how are you going to ask?"

Anna was still feeling flushed from the fucking she was just received, but was desperately craving for release. "P-please, fuck me," she called out feebly.

Paris arched her eyebrows and kept regarding her. Still feeling the humiliation, but overcame by her desires, Anna sank to her knees. "Please, mistress. I need you to fuck me. I want you to."

Paris smiled down at her triumphantly. All of her calculations and planning came to this as she realized her plan had worked. "Get on the bed, on your hands and knees," the heiress ordered.

Anna wasted no time in obeying, quickly getting in position on the bed. Paris decided to reward by dispensing with any foreplay and quickly getting behind her. Then, with one big thrust, she impaled the formerly bitchy tennis princess with the strap-on. Anna cried out and bit down on her lips, but she was too deep into her wishes of orgasming that she no longer cared how she was being treated.

Paris quickly started to pound the dildo in from behind, fucking Anna hard and well. She grabbed the other blond's hair and gave it a hard yank. "Tell me that you want more of this, ****. Tell me, and I will make sure you get what you wish."

Anna moaned before answering, "Uh-uh, yesssss, mistress. I want you to fuck me. Fuck me like the **** I am now. Awwwww, ahhhhh."

Satisfied that she had fully ministered the proper punishment, Paris proceeded to fuck Anna hard, causing the Russian to shortly scream out and release all her tension in a juice-drenched orgasm. Anna laid on the bed, shaking for a few moments after that, finally starting to relax from her ordeal.

However, Paris reminded her of the recent turn of events. "Remember, you are my new sex ****. I own you, Anna. Do as I say, and I will be more accomodating to your whims from now on."

Anna could only nod as she laid there. Paris then took off the strap-on and gathered her clothing. She quickly dressed and headed out the door, pausing to look one last time at her new live toy, still lying on the bed. Then, smiling to herself, she walked out and door, thinking what to do next.