My Dominate Spanish Mistress Parts two and three

“Uh huh?” She said waiting for a reason to give me back my clothes, still keeping her playfully innocent tone.
“And you’re not,” I said saying whatever came to mind,”I’m kind of at a disadvantage here.” I covered my soft cock with one hand to stress it.
She smirked,”Who says that’s a bad thing?” her eyes scanning me now like a predatory animal sizing up her prey.

“I should be going anyway,” I looked around the unfamiliar room, the bed I slid off of was actually rather large, it sat between two windows, with a nightstand on each side. The sheets were a mess like a brawl had occurred on them; the room was clean except for the various pieces of clothing lay around none of which were mine. She must’ve noticed my eyes looking around the room, as I moved toward the door way she stood in, she gripped the other side trapping me there.
She smiled a bit more lustily, “Do you have somewhere to be?” she asked as she walked toward me, I felt intimidated by this woman. I wanted to step back but felt as if I would be giving into her too easily.
“Uh, well no.” I said nervously taken that damned step backward, hating my honesty. She stepped even closer; I felt her hand on my chest.
“Then make the bed and sit on it till I tell you, you can move.” She pushed back on to the bed, hard. I didn’t know a woman her size could have her amount of strength, “You can do that right?” she somehow mixed intimidation with innocence and lust. I stuttered trying to think of some way out of this. She stepped closer separating my legs with her body, my cock again hangout.
“Yes,” her eyes turned angry as I said that, some part of me remembering an order from the night that still fleeting night. “Ma’am,” I sputtered out, “Yes ma’am.” Her smile seem to beam her dominance over me, showing that I was already her bitch.