Don’t think I don’t notice how you study the man you serve so obediently. Trying to figure out if what you just did pleases me. If the way you lowered your gaze in offering was appreciated. If the arch of your back when I make you crawl arouses me. If your smile at my depraved scenarios is lecherous enough. Wondering if the hunger you show me when you lick your lips is going to get you fucked harder. Trying to discover new ways to please so that you might hear me say:

Good girl.

Love her face.