Slap Rachel's hands away. She did not receive permission to touch you!

As I lean into you kiss, I gently place my hands on your hips. You pull my hair, and swat my hands off of you.

With fire in your eyes, you make it clear to me, "You are not to touch me unless I tell you to!" You grab me by the chin, smushing my cheeks up as you spell it out, "I paid for you. You are MY toy. I am not yours. Understand, sweetie?"

I flash a bashful, submissive look and immediately say, "Yes, ma'am."