A story about verrin
verrin, is my treasure. he belongs to Me in various senses of the word, as My servant, My slut, my pleasure, My destiny. I was meant to dominate, and he lives as the object fulfillment of that calling. he was meant to serve Me, and he does so willingly, no, eagerly. he wears My lock and will soon wear My collar, and will one day wear My mark. I look forward to putting him through his paces, to testing his limits, and My own.
