Her white teeth had pressed down into her lower lip, digging into the silken petal as she bowed her head. Fear had seized her heart as she knelt before her Master, a feeling she didn't understand as her body grew tense. This girl, kneeling in sweet submission at the feet of the Master--a thing she had never thought she could give him, she feared his dissatisfaction with her...she fear dismissal. She wanted to please her Master but in her doubting heart she knew she was not good enough to deserve the tender attention and gentle teaching he bestowed upon her. This is a sea that she knew not how to navigate and the knowledge was full on her mind that at any moment she could be lost and drowned; overwhelmed by the flood of conflicting emotions. Vulnerability was not something she was use to, nor was she well versed in how to lay bare her feelings and thoughts.
This girl, before Master found her and before he challenged her, had always wore the masks of the masquerade--smiling prettily and dancing, though none ever knew what lay beneath the masks...what resonated within her gentle heart. She played her part pleasingly enough that none bothered to venture beneath the surface, pleased with words and appearances. But Master was different. Master's command stirred something deep within her, from the first moment she laid eyes on him she knew she'd like to please him. Little did this girl know that Master was not easily pleased with little shows of words and play. This One wanted more...He wanted all of her. Her heart was seized with terror and excitement. Someone desired to know every fraction of her being, to understand the things that made her tick and to value her as something beyond precious. But the terror was overwhelming to her senses, as she had never laid all her being out for anyone to know, only pieces given to different people...only a small glimpse into part of who she was.
Here she is now, bare and kneeling at His feet. Her breath catching in her chest as she gazes up with soft blue eyes, glancing up at him through her lashes. She parts her satin lips slowly, her voice a meek little whisper as though she were to confess some great sin. Her admission drifting on the air as her pale soft mounds rise and fall beneath a veil of red locks. Blood rushing to the surface of her pale cheeks, making her flush with color as she lays down a piece of herself that she would never had given to another.
Her words...a soft confession... 'girl, is scared Master...'
