"...I savoured the delicate delicious pain. Watching you watching me, I imagined your delight at my predicament, I thought of how lucky I was to be at that moment your object of sweet torment."
"...I smiled at my own predicament. It was too late. I thought of how I did not know when you would release me. But yet, I was filled with joy. I thought of kneeling before you, my head pressing into the floor and your shoes and offering up my orgasms..."
"...Who else can be more deserving? What more can I ask for? I felt small before her. I felt surrender. She deserves every power to take away my selfish pleasures. If it pleases her. If it amuses her...."