It’s hard to earn the approval of a woman like me, one that has countless men throwing themselves at her feet, begging for a chance to impress me. You press on, always doing your best to outshine my other subs, trying to make your mark with servitude. You’re addicted to the praise that I only occasionally dish out, so rare that each time you’re denied of it you think you may never hear it again. But just when you thought that you’d never again register as a blip on my radar, I say it. “Good boy.” You can’t get enough. The feeling is short, fleeting, but it’s all you need to reinvigorate your drive to serve and to impress. You need to earn my approval, and you need the praise that only I can give you.