"A sculpture comes alive in clay, dies in plaster, and is reborn in marble." ~Gina Minervini
Same could be said about a submissive undergo the meticulous guidance of her Dom.
She is mesmerized by this Man. A maestro of perfection, He invests time and energy to observe his subject . He had been studying her from various vantage points, under different lights and shadows. Where the unimaginative sees an ordinary slab of stone, He envisions an everlasting artwork under the rough texture of the alabaster….
"Come," she whispered, "please carve and chisel away my fears, my sorrows, and my doubts." He ran a calloused hand over her left shoulder sent warmth through her core and replied, "I will reshape you with My passion and desire. Release you from the prison of so called righteousness. Polish you to become the luscious siren in My dream."
With that, she lower herself to kneel before him, raise her eyes to meet with His and said,”Do as You wish, Maestro, let me be Your pièce de résistance.”