Get to work—with all the enthusiasm she demands.

Slowly and deliberately, but with as much surety to your movements as you can manage, you kneel and prostrate yourself before Lady Grace. As she looks imperiously down at you, you press your lips firmly first to one foot, then to the other.

“A show of deference is only right and proper,” she says approvingly. “Continue.”

You kiss your way up her toned calves without much fanfare, but as you reach her thighs—especially her inner thighs—you begin to taste the juices running down them, the splash of arousal still remaining from destroying you in the ring and the fresh trickle from having you under her control. At the meeting of those slender legs, her pussy waits for you, shining with liquid arousal. Lady Grace is clearly expecting you to dive in, but—risking her anger once more—you simply plant a single soft, fluttery kiss on her swollen clit before moving on.

“Oh…” She sighs delightedly. “If you wish to save the best for last, you may. But don’t keep your Mistress waiting forever.”

Heeding the warning, you speed up. You move around behind her to kiss her ass, marveling as you do at the sculpted and delectable curve of those cheeks. Grace gives you a sexy little purr of arousal as she feels it, an encouragement to keep going.

You switch sides again, facing Lady Grace once more as you move up to her flat belly. Though she lacks the shredded six-pack abs of the Cowgirl or the Champion, she’s still in excellent shape, even for an ECL wrestler. You show your appreciation for her physique with a long and seductive lick, dragging your tongue up from just below her navel to rest in her cleavage.

You feel a brief tremor go through her body at that, but she stills quickly…almost too quickly. For a moment, you lean back to get a glimpse of the bigger picture. To your surprise, she’s standing almost stock-still. For a moment, you’re confused: why is a woman who loves sexual dominance being so passive all of a sudden? Couldn’t she have more fun if she weren’t so aloof from you?

Then it comes to you. It’s not about sexual pleasure, it’s about making you do all the work. Like almost everything else she does, it’s a statement about who’s in charge. It might seem obvious to say that she cares about control a lot, but…some part of you almost wonders whether it matters to her on a level deeper than the purely physical.

You’re snapped back to reality by Lady Grace’s voice, though: “Keep going! Did I say you could stop?”

Obediently, you go back to lavishing attention on her breasts, sucking on each nipple for a few moments and relishing her gasps as your lips do their work. Then you go up still further, making a line of kisses from her collarbone to the side of her neck. (You resist the urge to give her a hickey for fear of what she would do to you if you tried.)

You’re reaching her jaw and even the corner of her mouth when she says, “Enough.”

Instantly, you stop and pull back. Her icy blue eyes bore into you, but there’s a lustful spark in them now, thanks to you. “Finish what you began,” Lady Grace says, pointing down at her pussy, “and then I shall render my judgement.”

You kneel down once more and push your tongue inside her. Deep inside.

With none of the pressure of sexual combat in the ring to **** you to speed up, you’re free to make absolutely certain that every motion of your tongue draws out the maximum amount of pleasure. And she’s already turned on on top of that. You alternate between tongue-fucking her deeply and lovingly and sucking on her clit the same way you did on her nipples earlier. She moans, softly at first, then louder and louder—then clamps her mouth shut.

You didn’t think someone could show off by not doing anything, but Lady Grace manages it by cumming in complete silence. Even though she must be feeling an incredible urge to scream and shake, there’s not a single word or twitch.

She takes a deep, shuddering breath, and then says, “Rise.”

You do, with the sign of your obedience still coating your mouth.

“I have decided,” says Lady Grace after a moment, “that your talents, while obviously inferior by far to my own, are wasted on the rabble outside. Therefore, I plan to keep you to myself.” Her eyes roam hungrily over your naked body. “Now, is there anything you would like to say to your Mistress?”

You’ve spent enough time in her company by now to know the answer she’s looking for. “Thank you, Mistress Grace. I’m flattered by your attention and honored to serve.”

“As you should be,” she says with a satisfied nod.