Lessons in Submission: Lisa’s Domination
Lisa’s piercing blue eyes glowered at the pathetic male kneeling before her. Her long, golden hair cascaded down her back like a fiery waterfall, a stark contrast to the cold fury etched on her beautiful face. She wore a revealing black lingerie set that left little to the imagination, her ample breasts heaving with each angry breath.
“So, you think you can just vanish without a word and expect me to welcome you back with open arms?” Lisa sneered, her voice dripping with disdain. “You worthless little pig. You promised to worship me, to obey me, to tribute me regularly. And what did you do instead? You ran off like the coward you are.”
The man, a scrawny, middle-aged loser with a receding hairline, cowered before his mistress. His eyes were downcast, unable to meet her icy gaze. “P-please, Lisa,” he stammered, “I’m s-sorry. I know I failed you, but p-please forgive me, I’ll do anything to make it up to you.”
Lisa let out a harsh, mocking laugh. “Oh, I’m sure you will,” she purred, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “But first, you’re going to suffer for your blatant disrespect.”
She reached out and firmly grasped his chin, forcing his face up to meet hers. “On your knees, now,” she commanded, her voice leaving no room for argument.
The man quickly complied, his eyes wide with fear as he stared up at his dominant mistress. Lisa’s fingers trailed down his chest, her touch maddeningly light, before settling on the bulge in his pants.
“Not so fast, little one,” she cooed, her grip tightening. “You don’t get to touch me, not even a little. You only get to pay me, and suffer the consequences of your disobedience.”
With a cruel twist of her wrist, Lisa popped the button on his fly and roughly yanked down the zipper. She hooked her fingers into the waistband of his skimpy underwear and dragged them down, exposing his pathetic, throbbing cock to the cool air of the room.
The man winced, his scrawny body tensing as Lisa’s gaze settled upon his tiny member. “You always were a disappointing little bitch, weren’t you?” she sneered, her tongue darting out to lick her plump lips. “But I suppose that’s what makes it so fun to humiliate you.”
Lisa leaned in and wrapped her lips around the head of his penis, her hot breath wafting over his sensitive skin. The man’s eyes bulged as he felt her tongue flick out, teasing the tiny slit at the tip.
Just as he was on the verge of cresting, Lisa pulled back, leaving him panting and desperate. “Not yet, my little plaything,” she whispered, a sadistic glint in her eye. “We’re just getting started.”
She stood up, towering over the quivering man, and began to strip off her lingerie, revealing the full glory of her voluptuous body. Her creamy skin was flawless, her breasts high and firm, her hips narrow and toned. She looked every inch the dominant seductress, and the man knew he was utterly at her mercy.
“Now, let’s see how well you can really worship me,” Lisa purred, straddling his face. She grasped the back of his head and forced his mouth onto her wet, aching pussy. The helpless man could only moan and groan as Lisa rode his face, her hips grinding against his lips with relentless fury.
Finally, with a triumphant cry, Lisa reached her climax, her pussy clenching around the man’s stupid, useless tongue. She ground against him with savage intensity, milking every last drop of pleasure from his feeble efforts.
As the waves of her orgasm subsided, Lisa slowly dismounted from the man’s face, leaving him gasping and spent on the cold floor. She stepped back, her chest heaving, and looked down at him with a cruel smile.
“Did you learn your lesson, little one?” she asked, her voice dripping with malice. “Or do you need more… reminders?”
The man could only whimper, his eyes filled with tears of humiliation and defeat. He knew he was beyond redemption, a broken, pathetic thing fit only for Lisa’s amusement. And as she turned away, leaving him to gather his pathetic clothes, he understood that his suffering was far from over. Indeed, it had only just begun.