He knew that he would soon accomplish something, but he wasn't sure just how far he would get.He had to be wondering if he would get only a hand job, ...or at least a blow job. Or maybe with a lot of luck would he actually get laid? Had I ever sucked cock? Would my braces hurt his cock? Did I know what it meant to swallow? Was I a virgin? Where would we do whatever we were going to do? My bed, Mom's bed or in the kitchen? And then there were the more serious questions. When would Mom be back? What. But there were also on-going rules, preferences she was expected to anticipate without being told. Today, for example, He hadn’t designated a role for her and had specified just bra and panties. But it wasn’t just a matter of knowing what kind of lingerie to He’d prefer this time (something extra-frilly and feminine, she thought as she rushed into the bedroom to change and gather all the things He’d ordered —hmm...the lavender lace with satin ruffles, she decided). She also had to think about. However, it's an interesting topic for five minutes, but then it pales."Confused, he asked, "Are you happy?" Happy?" she asked. She laughed aloud for a minute and then answered, "I'm deliriously happy. I can't imagine being happier."He asked, "So what's the problem?"She understood the source of his confusion. She smiled and said, "I don't have one. I am totally satisfied with my life. Some people might consider me dull because I don't have any great conflicts in my life. They won't write any. "Yes, Mistress," he said."Good boy," she told him, giving him a kiss on the cheek.That was typical of their D/s relationship. Candy could be harsh at times, but she was often sweet to him. Nevertheless, what she called him summed up her attitude about him: "boy". He was not a man to her, just a boy-toy. She didn't respect him, even she had grown to like him a little more. He was too immature to deserve being considered a man. His dealings with Sally were proof of that.She never said that he was.