it lies in it's Owner's palm, looking up in awe at just how gorgeous She is. it knows that it is absolutely nothing to Her; completely owned and under Her control. With a slight tip of Her hand She could drop it onto the floor and leave it there, or stand on it. She could make a fist and crush it with ease. And it couldn't escape, even if it wanted to. No, it is happy to be truly owned.
i'm so jealous of this tiny.
"This is my tiny"
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