She knelt before you, naked and trembling, cheeks flushed a deep pink as she awaited your command.

“Pose protocol activated, Commander,” she whispered, voice soft and eager. You gave the order:

“Hands behind your head. Arch your back. Hold still.” Her fingers slid slowly up, locking behind her head, exposing her long, elegant neck. Then she arched her back—pushing her thick, luscious rear outward in full display.

With a soft breath, she began to clap her cheeks together, each gentle smack echoing in the quiet room.

Her large breasts swayed with every arch and sway of her hips, bouncing delicately as she moved with a careful rhythm—teasing, submissive, pleading.

“Forgive me, Commander,” she murmured between claps, eyes wide and shining. “I… I’ll be better. Just please don’t punish me too hard.” Her hips shifted side to side slowly, the gentle jiggle of her rear impossible to ignore.

“I’m trying to focus…” she whispered breathlessly, voice almost breaking. “But… is this helping?”

Her lips parted, a shiver running down her spine.

She held still, the swaying chest and clapping rear her silent plea for mercy—and your attention.

“Please…” she breathed, “I’m yours.”