firefly-flashes: “There,” he said, when my breath stuttered. “You look like some f

firefly-flashes:

“There,” he said, when my breath stuttered. “You look like some fantastic modern art brought to life.”

He used the pressure of the crop under my chin to raise my eyes to meet his in the mirror yet again.

“I think I should hang you in a gallery, pet, and let everyone look at you and see what I have created. Let them see that you are mine. Would you like that?”

I blushed, but he would not let me look away. I’m not much of an exhibitionist, but in that instant I felt as beautiful and sexy as he described me, and I would not have denied him anything.

“You would,” he said. “It turns you on to think of it, in spite of your shyness, because you know it would please me to show you off, and because, deep down, you want to be seen. You want everyone to see and know that you are mine.”

I nodded in agreement, whispering, “Yes, Master.”

Snowflakes

Gorgeous.