Observation

I adore the feeling of pulling the slave’s little strings of urgency, need, and desire. I feel as though I were a divine puppet master, navigating the poor sod through and over the various hurdles I would pick for him.

The feeling of internal growth and power. The look of fear that pricks the eye of My prey.

Alternately, I cradle you in your longing to be understood, for your need of purity, or simply respite from the aching, grueling face of everyday-reality. Cleansing, almost…poor baby.

-Just a few reflections of this past week alone.

Miss Mara