Dominating The New Domme In Town

Mistress Tina heard the rumors and cut straight to the point. Some blonde named Ophelia had rolled into town calling herself a domme. Tina's rule is simple: anyone who wants that title answers to her first. Ophelia showed up at the warehouse at nine, wearing leather that didn't fit her attitude. Tina sized her up, beard shadow stubble already shadowing her own jaw from the long night before. She ordered the new girl to strip. Ophelia hesitated, then peeled everything off. The moment her wrists were cuffed behind her back, the power flipped. Tina bent her over the leather horse, rope biting into pale skin, and worked the girl's mouth open with two fingers. The brunette's cock—thick, circumcised, already hard—pressed against Ophelia's thigh while Tina told her exactly how this was going to go. Every time Ophelia tried to speak like a top, Tina shoved her deeper into the role she clearly craved. The blonde moaned, drooled, begged without ever admitting defeat. By the end she was collared, dripping, and calling Tina what she really was: her owner.