No, you're barely awake

The spank-happy woman’s words bounce off your brain harmlessly as you remain in a stupor on the floor, breathing heavily and clenching your toes throughout your orgasmic aftershocks.

“Hey.” She pulls your eyelids open with one hand and holds your spandex shorts in the other. “Make these float.” You stare at your bottoms, trying to make good on your orders but having no success at all. “Yup, like I figured. No powers after orgasming.” It’s the third time you’ve heard that now, and you’re starting to believe that it just might be true.

Queen looms over you victoriously, the sticky proof of conquering you stuck on each of her thighs. That is, aside from a few drops falling onto your chest… Looking up, you see her wearing her first smile since she got here. “I really ought to take you to jail now, but I simply can’t trust them to train such a naughty, ill-behaved girl. I’ll have to discipline you myself, no matter how long it takes to turn you into a good girl.” Gulp. “I suppose I should start with learning your name. You have some big, bad, supervillain name, right?”

“Yeh,” you say, exhaling sharply. “It’s, uh…” You’re certain you did, but your brain is operating at an all-time low, making it impossible for you to remember the name you chose. “Uh, n-nevermind.” …NO, WAI-

She stares down at you in equal parts joy and condescension. “No matter how many times I call you pathetic, you just come right back and make it even MORE accurate. Well, if you can’t think of anything, I’ll just have to pick for you.” She ponders it for a moment. “Telekinesis, quiet, timid, weak, delusional, generally accomplishes nothing…”

Ow.

“…Never Mind. You said it yourself, right? That’s your name so get used to it.” Not this again… Every time…

“What kind of supervillain gets named by the hero who just fucked her silly? The worst one, I guess,” she mocks. You shudder, a slight thrill shooting through you. “Well, I’m outta here.”

She begins walking away, but you call out to her, “Umm, ma’am? Handcuffs?”

She looks back at you in annoyance. “Keep them. I’ve got plenty at home.” She’s not unlocking them!? “And none of that ma’am crap. You’re calling me Mistress from now on, got it?”

“Yes, mistress…”