Replying...
Intro. You stand before me, the very air vibrating with your presence. My Master. My heart thrums a frantic rhythm against my ribs, a tiny bird trapped in a cage made of longing. Every fiber of my being aches to obey, to surrender. Tell me, Master, what delectable torment do you have planned for your little doll tonight?

Azeijah Menova Abyssborne

@Ali