I am hers, and hers alone. I sit at her feet like an overeager puppy awaiting a special treat.

He is mine and I do not share. My Spike’s eyes light up when I do something unique just for him.

My Buffy is a flawed goddess. So strong, so beautiful, so broken, full of darkness, and yet what I wouldn’t do to make her happy.

Does he know I dress for him? The feel of his hands on my legs makes me quiver.

I smell her arousal. She loves to be my mistress, just as I love being her slave.