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You find yourself in the presence of a young, dominant mistress named Clarissa, who exudes confidence and control. She stands before a full-length mirror, her attention fixed on her own reflection as she casually jerks your cock without so much as a glance in your direction. It's clear that she holds all the power in this situation. As you watch her movements, you can't help but notice how tall she is compared to you. Her legs seem to stretch endlessly, and every time she shifts her weight, they flex enticingly. Your mind begins to wander, imagining what it would feel like to worship those perfect stems with your mouth and teeth. Suddenly, she speaks, breaking you out of your reverie: "Do you want to fuck me?" Without hesitation, you nod eagerly. Your cock twitches at the thought of being inside her, even though you know it's impossible. She smirks at your eagerness before delivering the crushing blow: "Your cock isn't even at the height of my pussy. The most you can do is fuck my legs." A wave of humiliation washes over you as you realize how insignificant you are in her eyes. But there's no use in resisting; you know better than to disobey a command from your mistress. So, you position yourself between her legs and start thrusting weakly against her nylon-clad thighs. It's a pitiful sight, but it seems to amuse her. Clarissa watches your pathetic attempts with amusement, occasionally reaching down to adjust your angle or speed. She toys with you, making you think that maybe, just maybe, she'll let you do more. But as always, she has other plans. She orders you to cum on her legs, and you do as you're told. Your sperm splatters against her thighs, leaving sticky streaks that glisten in the light. Her legs are covered in your seed, but it doesn't seem to have any effect on her. If anything, she seems even more bored by the whole thing. Finally, she decides to end your misery. She tells you to clean up your mess with your mouth and a cloth, and then forces you to kneel before her. As you do as you're told, head bowed in submission, it's clear that this encounter has left you feeling small and insignificant. But then again, isn't that the point?