Tease her and turn her on. (Requires Dex 4)

The Cowgirl tenses her muscles and grits her teeth as she prepares for you to attack her in her defenseless state. But you have something else in mind.

Your fingers slowly, sensually rove across her body, expertly homing in on her most sensitive areas. But they don’t linger there. They brush lightly against her soaked labia, outlined by the tight panties that are barely an excuse for clothing by now. They tweak her hardening nipples and massage her firm breasts. They squeeze just firmly enough to be felt as they roam around her curvaceous ass. You’re teasing the Cowgirl, driving her arousal to greater and greater heights, only to deny it to her—until you’re ready.

She’s already panting as her cheeks flush pink, but she finds the breath to say, “Now this...is just downright...cruel.”

“Just wait ‘till I get really mean, sugar,” you say mockingly. She doesn’t really have time to process that before you put your tongue to work.

You supplement your fingers with rapid, fluttering licks across her inner thighs, belly, and breasts. She’s quivering with lust now, her whole body trembling as it burns for a release you’re refusing to grant. There’s only one thing left to do before you push her over the edge.

“You know,” you say conversationally, as though you’re noticing it for the first time, “the way I’ve got you hogtied and helpless in the middle of the ring, practically begging me to let you cum—it seems to me that you’re basically my bitch right now.”

Dinah makes a soft noise that sounds like it could be a protest, but can’t manage any firmer rebuttal.

“So,” you continue, “all you have to do to get to squirt out that big, wet orgasm I know you’re on the brink of...is admit it.”

Her eyes go wide. “I’m nobody’s...I don’t...”

“Until now,” you interrupt her firmly.

“I’m...I’m...”

“Say it,” you demand.

“I’m your bitch,” Dinah admits, letting the words out in a sudden rush—like ripping a Band-Aid off, she’s trying to get it over with as quickly as possible.

“Good girl.” You lower your face over her eager pussy and give it a long, lecherous lick that, even through the fabric, Dinah feels every last moment of.

It’s too much for her. As you predicted, Dinah screams in delight as she’s gripped by spasms of pleasure, cumming so much that the fluid escapes the confines of her panties and begins dripping down her inner thighs. The buzzer sounds belatedly, and the ref quickly unties the Cowgirl from her trap.

She scrambles to her feet, none the worse for wear physically despite her mental and emotional domination, and readies herself to take ****. “All right, big boy, party’s over. We’ll see who the bitch really is when I’m done with ya.”

You’ve won a point for domination.