With a cruel smile, she orders you onto your knees, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor. You comply, your eyes fixed on her towering form. She steps into her panties, now your panties, and you're commanded to help her slide them up her long legs. She grinds against your face, her scent filling your nostrils. You're her pet now, her plaything, and you'll do as she says. She wants you to beg, to plead for her touch, and you find yourself doing just that, your voice filled with a desperation you've never known.