“...ass.”

She gives you an amused glance, one eyebrow cocked. “Do I look like La Diabla Roja to you?”

It’s clearly a rhetorical question, so you press on. “I want you to grind those beautiful, tight, firm cheeks all over my face. I’ll even kiss them, if you want me to. Please, Mistress, I beg you.”

“Hmmm.” Lady Grace tilts her head pensively. “I rarely employ the stinkface. Such an undignified move, gyrating back and forth like a common pole-dancer. Even its name is vulgar. Still...if anyone could elevate it to a higher form of domination, it would certainly be me. Sit in the corner, ****.”

You do as you’re commanded. Lady Grace follows you to the corner and braces herself against the middle ropes as you’ve seen many people do before. As she prepares her domination, her rear looms over you, drawing your eyes inexorably to it. It may not have the sheer thickness of La Diabla’s, but you weren’t lying earlier when you said it was firm and tight, and it’s quite well-rounded too. In short, Lady Grace has an ass you could bounce a quarter off of.

That thought is still running through your mind when she bends over and shoves it directly into your face.

Unlike many who use this move, Lady Grace performs it as a slow, elegant dance, swiveling her hips sinuously as she grinds over every inch of your features. Though it’s as humiliating as ever to have your face smothered in a woman’s ass, it’s hard to deny that it’s also more than a little arousing—especially done like this. Your hands reach up to grope her dominating cheeks while your cock twitches and hardens further as each slow pump of Lady Grace’s hips turns you on a little more.

Ever the dominatrix, she notices, and takes advantage of the moment to rub in her superiority. “Oh, you really did want this, didn’t you? You’re turned on when a superior woman puts you in her place, it seems. Do you want to masturbate, ****?”

She pulls away from you to give you a moment to answer, and you nod. “Yes, Mistress. I want to jerk off to this.”

“Very well,” she says. “I will permit you to pleasure yourself...if you give me the kisses you promised.”

You’re already letting her humiliate you as it is, what’s a bit more? No sooner has Lady Grace gotten the words out than your hand is around your cock and your lips are pressed up against her ass.

“Oh, such eagerness for submission,” she says breathily, grinning as you plant long, sloppy kisses on her firm flesh. “Keep this up and you and I shall get along famously.”

As she says it, Lady Grace reaches down to start fingering herself, mirroring your own masturbation with hers. You get the sense that she’s getting off almost as much on your obedience as she is on the actual actions you’re taking to pleasure her.

As if she’s reading your mind, though, she warns you, “Don’t you dare stop, ****. I want every one of these people to witness your devotion to your Mistress. Keep kissing. Actually...lick it.”

Your hand flies up and down your cock as your tongue slides up and down her ass-cheeks, expressing your total submission to her as she demanded. To put the icing on the cake, it’s only a few seconds later that you finally orgasm, pumping out the contents of your balls onto the canvas as you worship the ass of the woman who defeated and dominated you.

When she sees you cumming, Lady Grace grabs you by the hair and forces your face deep into her booty, squeezing it tightly as she finishes herself off. Trapped so completely, the only sign of her orgasm to you is a shudder that goes through her body before she turns around and—still holding you by your hair—yanks you to your feet roughly.

“I’m of two minds on what just happened,” she announces. “On the one hand, I usually take great pleasure in breaking defiant slaves. On the other, I rarely meet one so willing to cater to my every desire. I suppose we’ll find out soon whether I’ll get bored of you or decide to keep you around.”