I've had a stressful week at work and I need to let off some steam. I tell you to pick me up at 6 and as soon as I get in the van I look at you and say playtime with my eyebrow raised. No messing around. I need this. I put my hand on your thigh and start reading you a story, refusing to touch you as your button begins to get hard beneath your jeans.
When you are nice and hard, I stop reading and instead tell you what a bad boy you have been, that tonight is about making sure you are primed and ready for me to show you off to my friends... I tell you that in order to be a good boy, you must be tested first, and tonight is all about the tests.
We get to the hotel and I tell you to carry the bags, you are going to treat me like a goddess tonight, whilst I test you. We get to our room and I snap my fingers, instructing you to put the bags down and get naked and on all fours on the floor in front of the mirror. I attach your leash and collar and tell you that tonight you have to earn the title of good boy. You will start at bitch and I will tell you if you are being good enough to gain a better title.
I snap my fingers again and hold my foot out to you, telling you to remove my boots. I lie back into the chair and get you to massage my feet, my calves, all the way up to my thighs. I can see you getting hard again, and without warning I reach down between your legs and slap your balls and button, telling you little bitches don't get to get hard.
I attach the cage to you, gagging you as well, telling you that you don't deserve to speak whilst you are being a little bitch. I pull your head back and spit into your mouth, whispering in your ear afterwards that you don't get to kiss me whilst you are my little bitch, but that you can have my spit. I ask you if you want my spit and you nod. I tell you to beg for it, and you try hard to speak with the gag in your mouth, keeping it open as I spit in your mouth again, letting it run down your chin, onto your chest.
I keep you on your knees as I take off my skirt. I'm not wearing any underwear, and I spread my legs and start touching myself, inches from your face. I tell you that little bitches don't get to touch me, so I have to touch myself. Then I turn on my phone and start talking to my friend on the phone whilst I touch myself.