The girl smiled shyly as Madalyn caressed her cheek, arching her chest slightly forward, her gaze genuinely submissive, shivering in pleasure as she toyed idly with each nipple. She did want to please her, did want to try, and Madalyn could see the conflict and struggle written all over her face.<br/><br/>But it was conflict, passionate and full of effort, rather than purely mechanical. And so she began to undress her new Mistress with slow, deliberate motions. She ran her fingers over her skin, traced the curve of her back, her hips, slowly stripping her. As she did, she spoke quietly, almost like she was taking notes to herself.<br/><br/>"Your skin is so soft, so perfect...the girls you take a fancy to, they must think themselves very lucky." She smiled softly as she knelt, wiggling slightly as she pulled down on her underwear. "And you hold yourself differently than a submissive girl does. It's beautiful..."