What are you thinking about this time? Your mind is always wandering off like a pet running to Goddess. All day, even with your eyes open, you're dreaming about me. I'll plant a little daydream in your head now. One where you're on your hands and knees, worshiping my heels. One where you're taking a good spanking before I move onto an implement with more of a sting. One where you're bound to a St Andrew's Cross, helpless and horny. It's not that I WANT to distract you from whatever you're supposed to be applying yourself to but... these daydreams are just far too delicious to ignore.