Your fingers drive the Cowgirl crazy. (Requires Dex 3)

Your fingers dexterously explore the contours and folds of Dinah’s pussy, and just as she’s about to retaliate with a handjob of her own and a crushing scissors, they find the perfect spot. She lets out a shocked gasp of pleasure, and her body trembles for a moment at your touch.

You’ve got her hooked.

Before she can get her bearings back, you extend your thumb to start stroking it against her clit, caressing it softly as you rub her G-spot. Her legs loosen and her hand drops away from your crotch, all thoughts of fighting back forgotten as she gives herself over to ecstasy with a throaty moan. Her hips start thrusting in time with your strokes, and within a few moments you have her wrapped around your little finger—or your middle and index fingers, in this case.

It doesn’t take you very long to drive her to the brink of an orgasm; her breathing speeds up and her fingers dig into the mat as she approaches her climax. But that’s when you deliver the coup de grâce.

You stop.

The Cowgirl makes a soft, confused sound as you freeze in place. She tries to keep her hips moving to continue her pleasure, but her clumsy, jerky movements are a poor substitute for your skilled fingers.

“Want me to keep going?” you ask her, grinning fiercely.

She nods enthusiastically.

Your eyes narrow. “Then beg me for it.”

This finally seems to rouse the Cowgirl from her stupor, as she shakes her head emphatically and says, “No way! I’m not gonna—”

“Okay,” you say, cutting her off. “Then I guess you don’t want any more of this.”

An expert movement of your fingers draws another moan from her as she savors the pleasure, but it only lasts a moment before you leave her wanting more again.

“Beg me for it, you redneck slut,” you demand.

Arousal and pride battle it out in Dinah’s eyes. It’s a short and brutal fight.

“Please,” she says, voice cracking. “Please let me cum. Whatever you were doin’ down there...just please don’t stop.”

“Your wish is my command,” you say, and start again with a vengeance.

It only takes a few moments to send Dinah over the edge, and she jerks and spasms in the throes of what looks like one of the most powerful orgasms of her life as she squirts all over your hand, her panties, and the mat. The point buzzer punctuates your triumph, but you have one last thing to do before you let her go.

You withdraw your hand from the Cowgirl’s vagina and press your dripping fingers against her lips. “Lick them clean,” you order her. “Then you can go.”

Still in her submissive daze, she immediately obeys, licking her own cum off of your fingers. The crowd roars its approval of your domination.

After she’s done, true to your word, you let her rise to her feet. Her face practically glows red from her embarrassment, and a thought occurs to you. “Is this the first time anyone’s ever...”

“Shut up,” she snaps, unable to muster the presence of mind to taunt or snark at you.

You’ve won a point for domination.