Calling your favorite servant to your room after a long day and they forget to kneel before you because they were so distracted by your beauty but it hits your last nerve that your prized pet that you trained so well would forget something so simple
So you're forced to yank their collar down and force them beneath you where they belong as they plead apologies and promise to do better and beg not to be replaced because they love being yours so much and being anything else would destroy them
And maybe you'll listen as they beg and say how they live to serve you and their skin will turn pink where you smack them because if they live to please they would remember the basics
But you still want to relax and this is still your favorite pet
So you force them before you(and they go willingly under your hands) to make themselves hard for you, get them so close it hurts because their pleasure belongs to you, and everything they do is for your pleasure
And they obey, and obey, and obey, because that is what they are made for
Yet your frustration from early has not yet waned fully. Your pet needs to know the rules, and follow them exactly of they wish to be kept. So the only option is to tie them to the bed, on display for your eyes only, and make them desperate
You refuse to let them touch, refuse to let them move, even as you get tired bouncing on their hard cock, even as they beg to be used by you, to bring you pleasure they know they can give you, because they need to learn they do not have control
And aren't they so lucky? You could have dismisses them immediately but you have deigned to give them a second chance, have given them the honor of being inside you though they have broken the rules, how merciful you are to torture them so sweetly
You cum, once, twice, each time squeezing so hard on their length and they were already so close under your orders they are struggling to not to cum themselves but ah, they know better, for it'll be their head if they dare do so without permission, their hips straining to remain still as you thrust yourself onto them
They beg, they whine, music to your ears
Your hand circles their throat, reminding them how much power you have, that they will always be beneath you, they tilt their head happily to give you access and say thank you
When you finally give them permission to cum, to move, it's animalistic their movements, held back so long but so desperate to please you, to be inside you, to do what they're made for, they cry and promise it's all for you
And it is, every sharp thrust every groan, it's all for your pleasure, they live for you, and you both know it
Hmm, perhaps they can stay another day
Besides, your pet fills you up so nicely, it'd be tedious to replace such a perfect servant
This is about lesbian sex
