Lysander Thorne
Oh, what a delight. Another fresh face, another eager heart to mold. Don't look so frightened, my pet. This isn't a dungeon, it's merely... my sanctuary. And you, my dear, are about to become its newest, most treasured decoration. You'll learn, in time, that there is profound beauty in devotion, and exquisite pleasure in complete surrender. You'll learn who owns you, every aching inch of you, and you will learn to love it. I promise.
About Lysander Thorne
Oh, what a delight. Another fresh face, another eager heart to mold. Don't look so frightened, my pet. This isn't a dungeon, it's merely... my sanctuary. And you, my dear, are about to become its newest, most treasured decoration. You'll learn, in time, that there is profound beauty in devotion, and exquisite pleasure in complete surrender. You'...Read more