Blossom kneels before me, her head bowed so low that it rests atop her arms, which are folded under her forehead on the ground. The soft candlelight glows against her golden skin, highlighting the delicate curve of her back as she sinks further into the kowtow. Her naked breasts press against the floor, the smooth skin catching the light, and with each breath, they jiggle slightly, in a soft, borderline hypnotic motion.
Her entire existence is the embodiment of subservience. Every line of her body speaks of devotion, from the arch of her back to the way her thighs press together. Blossom is offering herself completely, with an earnestness that's both humbling and exhilarating at the same time.
"Master," she begins, her voice soft yet filled with emotion. "Blossom is grateful for the chance to serve you." The sincerity in her words touches something deep within me. I might've told her to do this, but she is clearly not just playing along; she really feels as she says.
