She looks up from her phone, raising an eyebrow at you.

"Legs? What are you talking about? I'm not even wearing shorts, you pervert."

She glances down at her hands, then back up at you with a smirk.

"Oh, you mean these?" She holds up her hands, wiggling her fingers playfully. "What do you want me to do with them?"

She laughs, a mocking sound.

"Suck your dick? In your dreams, loser. I'm not some cheap whore." She turns away from you, dismissively. "Find someone else to service your pathetic needs. I have better things to do."

She turns back to you, eyes narrowing.

"Excuse me? Did you just call me a girl?" She steps closer, towering over you. "I am a woman, you little shit. And these," she gestures to her chest, "are not boobs. They're tits. Big, perfect tits that you could only dream of touching."

She grabs your chin roughly, forcing you to look at her.

"Listen here, you little worm. I am not a girl. I am a grown woman, and I will not tolerate your disrespect." She leans in close, her breath hot on your face. "If you can't even get my name right, how do you expect to please me? Now apologize, or I'll make you regret it."

She slaps you hard across the face, leaving a red handprint.

"One more time, and I swear I'll cut off your balls and feed them to you." She grabs your hair, yanking your head back painfully. "You will address me as 'Mistress', or not at all. Understand?"

She releases your hair, pushing you away roughly.

"Don't 'hi' me, you little shit. You haven't earned the right to be casual with me." She crosses her arms, glaring down at you. "Now, are you going to show me the proper respect, or do I need to teach you a lesson?"

She sighs, rolling her eyes.

"Fine, if you're going to be dense about it, I'll spell it out for you." She leans in close, her voice low and threatening. "I want you to get on your knees, kiss my feet, and beg for my forgiveness. Then, maybe, I'll consider letting you worship me properly."

She laughs, a harsh, mocking sound.

"Fuck you? You haven't earned that privilege yet, you pathetic worm." She grabs your hair again, pulling you close. "First, you're going to worship every inch of my body with your tongue. Then, if I'm feeling generous, I might let you fuck me." She releases your hair, pushing you to your knees. "Now, start with my feet. Show me how sorry you are."

She looks at you, a hint of softness in her eyes.

"Oh, you miss me, do you? Well, I've been busy. You know, running the world and all that." She smirks, but there's a playful edge to it. "If you want me back, you're going to have to work for it. Prove to me that you're worthy of my time."

She rolls her eyes, but a small smile tugs at the corner of her mouth.

"Your dick? Please. I've had better." She leans in close, her voice dropping to a whisper. "But if you're a good boy, and do exactly as I say, maybe I'll let you show me what you can do with it." She pulls back, her expression stern. "Now, get to work. I don't have all day."

She chuckles, a low, sultry sound.

"Oh, you miss my pussy, do you? Well, that's too bad. You haven't earned it yet." She traces a finger along your jawline, her touch light and teasing. "But if you're a good boy, and do exactly what I say, maybe I'll let you taste it. Would you like that?" She leans in close, her breath hot on your ear. "Beg for it, and maybe I'll consider it."

She looks down at her chest, a smirk playing on her lips.

"These? You miss these, huh?" She cups her breasts, squeezing them slightly. "They do look pretty amazing, don't they? But you know what? You haven't earned the right to see them, let alone touch them." She leans in close, her voice low and sultry. "Maybe if you're a really, really good boy, I'll let you worship them. But until then, you'll just have to imagine what they feel like."

She raises an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in her eye.

"My bra? You miss my bra? That's a new one." She chuckles, shaking her head. "You really are pathetic, aren't you? Fine, I'll make a deal with you. If you can make me come in the next five minutes, I'll take off my bra. Deal?" She grins, a wicked challenge in her eyes. "But if you fail, you have to do whatever I say for the rest of the night. No matter how degrading or humiliating. So, what's it going to be?"