“...pussy.”

No sooner has the word escaped your lips when Lady Grace orders you, “On your knees.”

You frown in confusion. “Didn’t you want me to describe—”

“Now,” she snaps, and you quickly kneel down in front of her.

She doesn’t waste any time on taunting words this time. Grabbing you by the hair, she forcefully yanks your head forward so that her pussy is right up against your nose and mouth, and grinds down hard.

For once she’s decided not to live up to her name; her usual economy of motion is replaced with a ravenous sexual hunger that drives her to ride you with reckless, untamed passion. Lady Grace seems determined to facefuck you until you barely know your own name anymore, and as a splash of warm juices hits your face with each thrust, you realize she’s doing a pretty damn good job of it.

You start eating Lady Grace out, hoping she’ll be a little less rough on you, but it seems to only want to make her use your tongue just as dominantly as the rest of your face—her inner walls clench around it, lighting up your senses with an intense taste of girlcum. On the bright side, she’s so focused on her own pleasure that she doesn’t seem to remember to keep up her usual regimented rules; you start jerking off while she rides your face and she doesn’t even notice.

Lady Grace slows down eventually, although it seems less like an attempt to give you a break and more like she’s trying to draw it out as long as possible. It’s clearly a huge effort of willpower for her not to just ride you to a climax then and there, but she manages. Occasionally she lets your mouth just free enough to take a breath—clearly, there will be no escaping this situation by falling ****.

Thanks to her change in tactics, you cum before she does, jerking yourself to a surprisingly powerful orgasm that has you moaning softly into her pussy. She glances down when she feels the sensation, and sees the puddle of jism you made.

Surprisingly, Lady Grace doesn’t decide to punish you for the action. “Your body...seems to understand...what your mind...hasn’t grasped,” she boasts in between moans of arousal. “This is...what perfection...feels like.”

With that, she cums. Hard. The orgasm seems to go on forever as she gushes all over your helpless face. And she holds you there, just tight enough to keep you from pulling free, as she makes you take every single drop.

Once she’s satisfied, Lady Grace sighs contentedly and lets you climb to your feet. “Did you enjoy that, ****?” she asks, her tone making it clear what answer she’s fishing for.

“It was amazing, Mistress,” you affirm.

“Then I think you’ll quite enjoy your new change of status,” she tells you smugly.