My throat tightened. “No, Mistress, I—”

The leash yanked my head back, cutting off my protest. The collar bit into my throat—not enough to choke, but enough to remind me exactly who held the other end.

“Don’t argue with me. I need you to prove yourself 

Mistress was beautiful in the way a blade is beautiful—all sharp edges and gleaming danger.

“Tomorrow, you’ll have that chance.”

“There’s another like you. A sissy warrior Her mistress has been boasting that her sissy could best any of mine in combat.. I don’t tolerate boasting . You’ll fight her. And when you win, you’ll claim her as tribute…

My breath caught. “Claim her?”

“You’ll make her cum until she begs for mercy” 

“Do you understand your task?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

Her grip on my chin tightened. “Good. Now let’s make sure you’re properly prepared.”