Quietly I sat in the corner and watched her. I had been doing so for the better part of a year, ever since she had started looking into bondage and submission. It was my job, you see. I was the one to keep her safe while she began to try her wings, those painful first hops and then the soaring. But that is getting ahead of myself.

I came to be the day she read the simple prose, "And the day came when the pain to remain tight in a bud was greater than the risk to blossom."

It was those words that caused her hazel eyes to widen, and the words to become etched in her memory. She felt the internal struggle beginning inside her, all the old teachings of good versus evil and hell-fire and eternal damnation. "What will people think of me if t...

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