Taking my place opposite my arrogant, yet immensely skilled Mistress, I twirled the two wooden daggers in my hands as I stared at her, taking in her cocky smirk and mirth filled eyes.
Likely the large Demoness still believed this to be an easy win for herself, thinking that her raw strength could overwhelm me whilst her surprising dexterity and agility would make this spar of ours a done deal for herself, netting herself an entire day to use me as she pleased.
Of course, I didn't plan on letting her do so, my mind set firmly on the idea of making my Mistress be the one groveling and begging for me, not the other way around.
The thought was more arousing then even being used as a submissive sleeve for my Mistress, my body hers and hers alone to use and abuse whenever and wherever she wanted to.
Whew~