"I should just be a nice mistress and let you come, right!"

By the time he's in on the joke. That I've called him a good boy. I've built him up, I'm getting all soft and sensual. But it's a mindfuck. This is DENIAL DAY. I don't get lax, only your mind does. That's the whole job.

I even play with his tribute a little. I even leave, and refuse to let him go, passing the job on to Mandy so he doesn't see me again today.

I'm more locked in his brain than he is locked in straps. Now that's a feat.