Besides the obvious sadistic glee she takes in controlling, punishing and humiliating me, I know Mistress is getting long-sought s****l pleasure from our interaction almost as precious as that she’s granting me. Judging by the way she was checking me out, Mrs. Andrews clearly lusts after my fit young football player’s body. And though she tried to hide it, I could tell she was really turned on by letting me feel her up for those heavenly twenty seconds.
This portends the most fabulous prospect and unbelievable reward of all. When the end of my sentence finally arrives, Mistress is actually going to have s*x with me!
God, just the thought of this exalts and torments me like nothing else. And after that, who knows? Perhaps if I prove a particularly exemplary and flawlessly submissive sla
