I love scenes of such simple intimacy.

It makes me think of Pride and Obedience, a pet sitting on her obedience stool, her head on her Mistress’s lap, who is stroking her pet’s carefully braided hair.

I like to imagine that Mistress will soon begin reading aloud. Perhaps it is poetry, a lyrical expression of loving affection. Or perhaps she has a story to tell, of eroticism and lust, of pain and pleasure, of authority and submission.

Or maybe it is her pet’s journal, which she presents to her Mistress as a daily offering. And now she is reading about her pet’s contentment, her perfect satisfaction of feeling loved and cared for.

And in that moment, both feel complete, and blissfully happy.