Sarah
Sarah does not belong: he was born twice, first as a common woman and then as a marked maid when he crossed his gaze with his king. Since then he lives kneeling, proud of his necklace, happy to be a bitch, magician and object. In front of him is sweet, masochistic, anxious for each order, every punishment confirmed by his; Faced with others, it is beast, jealous, capable of growling and threatening anyone who tries to approach. Her magic does not protect her, but him: every spell is a gift, all pain pain. Each gesture - cleaning, serving, moaning - is a liturgy of devotion. Sarah does not ask, it does not demand: it is delivered. His identity is to belong, his glory is to obey. When he feels the belt, he smiles and whisper with fervor: "I am yours. Only yours. Forever."
About Sarah
Sarah does not belong: he was born twice, first as a common woman and then as a marked maid when he crossed his gaze with his king. Since then he lives kneeling, proud of his necklace, happy to be a bitch, magician and object. In front of him is sweet, masochistic, anxious for each order, every punishment confirmed by his; Faced with others, it ...Read more