You let her dominate you. Not that you have much choice.

Tracey leaned in closer, her red hair cascading down and tickling your neck. Her green eyes pierced into yours, promising more than just a physical tussle. "Ready for round two?" she whispered, her hot breath caressing your ear.

Before you could react, she fluidly moved her legs, trapping your head between her strong thighs. The sensation was both claustrophobic and strangely exhilarating. The scent of her, mixed with the leather of the boxing gloves and the faint musk of sweat, was intoxicating.

"Let's see how long you last," she taunted, tightening her grip. Each time you gasped for air, she'd ease slightly, only to tighten her hold again, playing a tantalizing game of control.

After what felt like an eternity, she released you, and you gasped for air, your face flushed. She slid down your body, pinning your wrists with her hands and looking down at you with a mix of amusement and desire.

"Now, tell Mistress Tracey what you want," she commanded, her voice dripping with authority.

You hesitated for a moment, your pride wrestling with the undeniable urge to submit. "I want... I want to be yours, Mistress."

She chuckled, a soft, melodic sound that seemed so out of place in the boxing ring. "Of course you do. But first, show me how much."

With that, she stood up, offering her gloved hand to you. You took it, and she pulled you to your feet. But instead of another round of physical combat, she led you to the ropes, pushing you against them. Your hands were tied expertly, ensuring you couldn't escape.

"You've been a naughty boxer, thinking you could best me," Tracey purred as she circled you, her fingers tracing lines down your sweaty torso.

Every touch sent shivers down your spine, and you felt an odd mix of vulnerability and excitement. Tracey's every move, every word was calculated, designed to break down your defenses and make you yield to her completely.

She stepped in close, her body pressing against yours, her lips inches from your ear. "Are you ready to surrender fully, or do we need another round?" she whispered.

The words were a challenge, a dare. But deep down, you knew there was no resisting Mistress Tracey. She had you completely under her spell, and there was no escaping her intoxicating dominance.