published on: 2015-08-31 05:18:57
her-master: This, too, is Mine, little one…
her-master: Shhh… hold still… relax little one. No… you’re
her-master: You are mine. Nothing more needs to be said. Nothing
her-master: I won’t ask much of you, little girl. In fact,
her-master: It’s not really any different than riding a horse:
her-master: So sweet… so peaceful… so exposed… so ready.