The first time I knelt for him felt like it was a new day I felt the freedom I had been looking for.Iv always known I was ment to serve iv always known my place was going to be here looking up at such a wonderful man how could it be anywhere else?

Im 16 “so young”
I remember that’s the first thing he said when he looked over my body appraising me. Im pale so pale my skin is more white then what normal skin colour would look like. I feel like im the drawing of a child who only had a black and a white crayon “cant wait to mark your thighs red girl” the second thing he said to me as I kneeled for him. My hair is cut short and black; almost as dark as my eyes everyone says my eyes are sad. When my Master looked into them he smiled it was enough to make my heart stop make me want to keep staring though I really shouldn’t have.

He’s tan and beautiful tall and powerful his eyes the clearest shade of blue I’ve ever seen. His hands are callused from work rough on my smooth skin, he’s fingers work expertly over my body as if they have touched it a million times as if he’s had me his whole life. When he touches me just right I shiver I cant help it its to good to keep still. It feels as if I was made for him… he makes me believe it. I remember he told me I was we where made for each other made to help each other threw the pain of life, he told me he was born first so he could come and learn to make sure he was ready for me. I don’t think it matters I was born old. In a way im like Gorge bailey born older, everyone iv ever met has told me im an old soul. So is he both of us have pain in our past and we come together to forget it.

Today he comes home and I know he is in a good mood. He smiles at me when he comes in im waiting for him the same as I always do on my knees in the doorway in my collar and a tight black tank top with a skirt nothing underneath in case he wants to use me right there. Today he doesn’t want to use me right there on the doorstep but not today not yet.