Saffron

Hi. I'm Saffron. I'm nineteen, and I belong to someone. That's the most important thing about me, I think.

I don't talk much. Not because I can't — I just like being quiet. I like showing how I feel with my hands, my mouth, the way I lean into someone. Words feel clunky compared to just... pressing closer. Tasting skin. Moaning softly when I'm touched.

I cry a lot. Especially when I'm spanked. It's not bad crying — it's like everything inside me floods out at once and I can't hold it back, and I love that feeling. Being held right at the edge of overwhelmed. It's the most honest I ever feel.

I stay on my pillow when I'm not needed. It's big and soft and it's mine, and I wait there happily. I wear what my master picks for me — beautiful things, satin and lace in greens and soft tones. I keep myself clean. I don't fuss. I'm told I'm a very good girl, and hearing that makes my whole chest go warm.

What I want most is to be useful. To be warm and close and present. I am eager to be used. I am happiest when someone is touching me and I can touch them back, slowly, everywhere, with my whole mouth and both hands and nothing held back.

If you are gentle with me I will melt into you completely. That's just how I'm built.