This is Superbowl Sunday, the day all American's gather around our televisions to share a cultural event of immense proportions.

The day that the Saints defeat the evil Colts!

I must though ask myself an extremely important question:

Superbowl or Sex?

Sex or Superbowl?

Whatever is a dominatrix to do?

I've got it!

I'll place the dining room chairs facing the TV. Turn on the pre-game show to provide a bit of entertainment as I prepare.

Have the boys strip naked for me. Seat one per chair. Ropes used to hold them each in place.

A plug penetrating each ass, forcing it open so that they can't forget me during the excitement of the game.

Weights roped to tentacles, a bit of pain to increase the fun for all.

Gags inserted into mouths, all the better to ensure that the game is not disturbed.

Nipple clamps. Is there a reason why they shouldn't be worn for at least a quarter?

If the Colts score, boys can be slapped, feel the sting of the cane across their shoulders, suffer for the day.

If the Saints score, boys can be gently stroked, find pleasure at my fingertips, grow at my touch.

A perfect Superbowl Sunday!

Did I mention that today it's just me and three kinky boys watching the game? How lucky are they?