This Super Bowl turned out to be my longest scissor session yet. It was over a 4 hour marathon and my slave’s worse nightmare. Of course, it was also my second year in a row predicting the winning team. My stamina was unmatched that day. My body has never looked as strong in my sexy little cheerleader outfit. The excitement from the back and forth of the game and the musical performances kept the adrenaline high. My slave made the grave mistake of not only choosing to support the opposing team but being unusually vocal and misbehaved. I had to make sure to discipline him hard to learn to never ever disrespect his Goddess by going against me again. My toy’s poor little loser neck suffered immensely. One of my personal favorites was when I showed him my Tomahawk Chop. I ended up sending him to dreamland FIVE times: three times in a reverse, once in a side reverse, and once in my snug figure 4. Between my tightest scissors yet, shoving my sweaty socks in his mouth, and shaking my beautiful buns on his face, this marathon was peak Goddess dominance.