Perfect Seasoning: I was afraid when my master came for me, when he started to play with his favorite toys. But if I suffer for him, if I surrender to his dominance, if I give myself over to his ecstasy, then I will be the perfect seasoning for this hunger that consumes us.
Perfect Spice: He was not supposed to watch. But she was so perfect, so hungry… Whatever Master has planned for his punishment will be sure to add the Perfect Spice to his slavery.
Perfect Sense: We are going walkies. I love the sunshine on my skin, but Master never does anything without a reason…