That should teach her a lesson.

“I think I’ve made my point,” you say with a grin as you loom over Grace.

“Y-yes, Master,” she says shakily as she climbs to her feet. “I swear, you’ll have my utmost obedience from this point forward.”

“Damn right I will,” you reply. “Now, I think we’ve given the fine folks in the audience enough of a show. Let’s head back to the dressing rooms where we can really get the party started.”

You quickly step down to the floor of the arena and look under the ring, rummaging around until you find what you’re looking for. You step up to the ring with a leash and collar in hand. Grace’s eyes widen for a moment as she sees it, but she doesn’t resist any further, bowing her head in submission to her Master.

Jubilation bubbles up in your chest as you snap the collar around her neck and lead her out of the arena, returning to the dressing rooms for even more fun.