It was the emptiness in its eyes Master liked the most, so it made sure to focus on them. Well, to f
It was the emptiness in its eyes Master liked the most, so it made sure to focus on them. Well, to focus as much as it could anymore. It was so hard to focus on anything anymore (except what Master wanted it to focus on). Those things, marked with mental spotlights, were the only things it could focus on at all. What it could look like, what it could say, would it could think. What it could focus on.It sent the picture to Master and snuck its hand down between its legs. It was dripping, edging, teasing. That was what Master wanted. It would be ready for Him when He came home. It would make sure of that. It was focused.—————————————————————————————————-Thanks for the submission! And don’t forget, everyone, I take photo submissions/story requests/asks right with that there button. -- source link