She wakes up and looks at the morning with a new surprised look ...
The first world and its first born ray, entangled in her hair,
through her eyelashes with a light eccentric shadow of a day that still drinks the dew of milky clouds huddled on her chest, with that tenderness that is about to begin to open the silk flower buds...longing to be the beautiful rose for the right one....
To be seen truly. For all the battle wounds and scars to be seen as beautiful. For the Dominant of heart to find beauty in the all the chaos of her past. For the hunger within their Dominance will burn until they set her submission free. Placing in their hands to keep her safe from the world forever more.
Freeing the slave, to loving accept their chains of Dominance.
With that final thought she drifts back to sleep. To the meadow she will go, and wait for her One to lay her gift forever at the feet of her true Master.
slave Draconica