"I submit!"

"Enough! I can't take any more, please!"

Tracey's green eyes glowed with mischief. The redhead, empowered by her dominance, tenderly caressed your cheek before sharply turning it into a slap.

"Address me properly," she purred.

"I yield, Mistress Tracey! Please, enough!" You couldn't help but watch as her chest, barely contained by the black bikini, heaved with every motion she made.

"And who do you belong to now?" With each word, her hand came down again, the impact making her body move in a way that further distracted you.

You hesitated, every slap deepening the flush on your face and drawing you deeper into this submissive role.

"I am yours, Mistress Tracey!" you found yourself admitting.

Her friends giggled from the sidelines, enjoying the spectacle of a strong boxer rendered powerless and **** by the bewitching redhead.

Yet another slap rang out. "That's not for you to decide. Plead your case, and maybe I'll consider it," she teased.

Amidst the laughter and jeers, you felt both humiliation and a strange sense of exhilaration. The weight of her body, the **** of her slaps, the hypnotic sway of her chest; everything was drawing you in further.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

"Please, Mistress Tracey, let me serve you," you pleaded, utterly defeated and entranced by the woman above you.

Tracey looked down, her green eyes taking in the sight of the once-proud boxer now willingly subdued beneath her. She had broken your resistance, and she reveled in the power she held.

"Now, the real fun begins," she murmured, hinting at further torments and pleasures in store.