She takes over. (Sub)

Yanking you down, grabbing your wrist and hooking your leg, she sweeps you onto your back. Your underwear chafes uncomfortably, but she doesn't have that problem by simply removing her loincloth. You are made even more uncomfortable when she hooks her arms under your legs and pushes them forwards, with your cock angled backwards, still inside her. "Okay... so that's what that feels like," you remark, empathizing with all the women you've slept with before.

Grinning and chuckling maliciously, Shree bunches her legs up under her and starts to pump her hips. "Get used to this, you pathetic worm," she snarls, holding her head up high and looking down at you, in both senses. "Like I said, all you're good for is being my pleasure-slave. You're going to do whatever I want, and I'm going to do whatever I want." Her nails tap all the way up your stomach to your nipple, and without warning, she pinches it hard, making you wince. "Do I make myself clear?" You nod, and for your troubles, the other nipple gets pinched as well, just as hard. "I can't hear you."

"Crystal clear," you hiss, letting her have her fun. You will have your chance to turn things around.

Grabbing onto your hair, she leans in close and growls, "Good," in your ear before kissing you passionately, and then throwing your head back. Laughing haughtily, she unsheathes herself, and pushes you off the bed and onto the floor, until you're supported by mainly your neck, head and shoulders. Planting her feet next to your shoulders, she spreads your legs out wide and commands you to hold them out straight. With great difficulty you do so, and she angles your cock straight up, and slowly lowers herself onto it once again.

Your well of power negates the worst of this position, making it, at worst, unusual and only painful, and Shree's squatting and squeezing compensates for it greatly. Not to mention the view of her face, wracked with pleasures of both physical and dominance, turns you on more than you'd think it would. Your legs start to hurt from the effort, as well as your back, so you have to occasionally switch your hands around to support yourself and obey her order. A trickle of her sexual energy begins to flow into you and you know that she's starting to get close.

And she even gives you the privilege of telling you. "Oh yes, I'm going to let you make me cum," she snarls, putting more power into her hips, and pushing your legs down even more. "Oh yes, you'd like that wouldn't you. Beg. Beg me to cum. Beg your betters to cum on your worthless dick!"

"Cum. Please cum on my dick," you grunt, feeling your vertebrae compress and your diaphragm push onto your lungs. "Please use my stupid dick to make yourself cum!"

With another flexing of her thighs, and a toothy snarl, she cums hard, crushing your cock between her walls. The feeling of her orgasm sets off your own, and you groans as well. A great smile and laugh comes out of her once more, as your spunk bastes her insides white. Panting, she tilts her head down at you. "That's two-to one, slave. You going to have make up for it."