It’s my birthday, and I only want three things: 1. Hang out and chill 2. Have a lot of sex 3. Make boys cry (obviously) And you know Daddy gets what Daddy wants. Part I. The first part of my birthday is easy. A Goddess always knows how to luxuriate and relax. And what better way than making my slave into the human ottoman that he is? After all, what’s the point of bondage if I can’t totally objectify my…