I love my Pixie to the end of the world. I wake up in the morning, not expecting but find her close to me. I see her for the woman she is to me, tall and proud. I have since I have known known her. I have seen her grow as a person gaining confidence. I wish to give myself, not in part, but in whole to her. My desire is to have her control my heart, my sole and my love. I wish to feel her gentle tug, the slap of her paddle...