I Am a Domme

I love hearing him whimper beneath me, thanking me for my touch and the decadent pain I inflict on his mind, body , and soul. Outside of our little play room, he's the man I love and respect, but in here, he's mine to break, bend, and play with as I see fit. He's so eager for my approval, and is dying to taste me, I tease him by straddling his chest, just under his neck..just out of his tongues reach.
It warms my heart to see him want to please me so badly. I wonder what his friends would think of him if they saw him like this, so vulnerable, so open.
I could allow him to taste me, or I could see how devoted he really is and prolong it, I could see how much he's willing to endure to get his prize. I could humiliate and torture him, test his resolve and then give him his reward..or I could just humiliate him until I'm bored and give him no rewards.
With such a perfect specimen, such a perfect devotee, I know I'll make the right call.