The other night Master recorded us having sex. I was hesitant to watch it, simply because I always hate watching videos of myself. I always seem so... so dorky, so awkward, so flawed, so ugly. Agh.
Despite (or, more likely, because of) this, Master made me watch it anyway. He also insisted I have a copy. As I lay nestled in the crook of Master's arm, watching us on the digital camera's little viewscreen, watching me twist and writhe under Master's touch, I was struck by how... how beautiful I was.