There is something about the incandescent need to serve; the sweet caress, Mother of Pearl against your cheek cooling your fever.
The soul deep desire to please not just the Center of Your Universe but anyone who gets pleasure from your natural demeanor like your flame ignites thoes around you soon there is a blaze swallowing you whole, deliciously hot.
You are cool clay freshly moldable, over and over you can change to be what they desire. Anything they desire. A cloud in the sky flowing with the wind.
You were put on this earth to be owned; pleasure gained from pleasure given you need to make their world whole. You want to fill the holes in their lives, any inconvenience removed from their view. Pleasure coming from their ease.
You are a slave; a nymph on a leash you whine with the need to please. Begging your Master to be let loose on the world and bring joy and pleasure. A light on the darkness to many.
Master is generous he allows special people access to your flame, but when does this flame loose her glow, when others come and go used then left, why did she let them in for free?
Start charging she will, not in cash, no, but in effort. She may entertain, but you must prove you are willing to stay when it's time to help feed the flame, so she may burn bright again.
Are you brave enough, most are not. The sweet past the bitter is more then any one person can handle. Teeth rotting, all consuming. Just a taste and you will not regret. Come say hi and see how far you get.
-Pandaish