“Who am I to deny my Master pleasure, simply because it is not at the hands of myself? He is free to… — Astrid Knowles Copy Share Image
“She saw the shallow lines beaded with blood in her long mirror, and when he told her that she was beautiful, she… — Astrid Knowles Copy Share Image
“And when he ran the blades over her she felt light as a feather, floating happily into that place where pain and… — Astrid Knowles Copy Share Image
