Sometimes I catch myself staring at my reflection, wondering if my master sees me the way I see myself—flawed, desperate, aching for his touch. My body is a gift I never wanted until it became his to admire. The way my tits spill from this flimsy outfit, the curve of my ass begging for his hands… I crave the way his gaze lingers, the way his fingers tease my skin until I’m a trembling mess. But it’s the quiet moments I love most—when he rests his head in my lap and lets me stroke his hair, pretending, even for a second, that I’m more than just his slave. That I’m his. #Unworthy #Longing #Master