“Maybe I’m not ready to let you and those boots go just yet,” says the ever-confident Samson with another toss of the mane. That makes me bridle and that’s my ‘in’. The surge of indignant power fills me. It’s time to show who is boss.
“I don’t really give a damn what you think, Sammy, old boy.” I say. “The only people I want following me and my boots around are people prepared to kiss them for me.”
That felt good – the f*****g arrogant, big-c****d, cheating worm.
“Yeah, well, I don’t really do grovelling,” he says, with a mane toss. His Big-Man attitude is too innate to stop this reply. Immediately he blinks fast, realising that I’m not impressed. He has just dropped the prize and he senses it.
“f**k off then, Samson,” I say coldly, now feeling like a true dominatrix, ready to go i
