I am not rainbows, nor glitter or the outwardly adorable cuteness. I am more dragons, bats and gargoyles all wrapped up in leather, and deep earthen colors.
I am a little who is also a slave, whose heart is huge and loving and wants to serve with every fiber of my being. To hold my stuffie as my Master ties me with ropes. To color as he lays a perfect hand-print on my backside. To read from my favorite book and her drips wax across my breasts
I am a timid creature who will rise up to the occasions at hand, to bring her Master all he desires. For feeding his desires makes my spirit grow and grow.
I am the masochist to his sadist. Craving the pain, the lashings, the ropes, the wax. Running to my Master when I am called his Lil Slave.
I am quiet to the world around us, but to him he hears all the desires bursting from my chest and mind, he sees the fires burn inside me, feels the heat as the embers erupt.
I will not fear my Master for he will know me and knows my limits, guiding me to new sensations, teaching me training as a Master should for his slave.
