Good boys get to worship Goddess.
Good boys get to serve Goddess.
Good boys don't get ignored.

Were you good today?
You're not sure.
You're trying to figure it out.
Watching me as I read my book.
Distracted by my perfect, slender crossed legs.
Distracted by my gorgeous thighs peeking from under my sundress.
Distracted by the way I dangle my high heels, the way I arch my foot.

Were you good today?
Maybe you were.
Maybe that's why I'm engaging in a bit of shoe-play that you oh-so-love.
Maybe that's why I'm teasing you with my sexy heels.

But my voice, my tone... so dismissive.
Almost like you've disappointed me in some way.
Continuing to ignore you.
Maybe I'm punishing you with silence.
Maybe I'm tormenting you with these perfect feet that you won't get to worship.
Maybe you weren't good today.

Or were you?