The laugh that slipped through her parted lips was music to her own ears. It was carefree and light rather than harsh. "That's the point I am not a plaything, an object. I don't ever want to lose myself and who I am. If I were to be with a Master, he would mold me into the ideal woman and encourage me to be myself as well. So that- he could be proud of me, even through day to day activities because of how bright I shine. And stay out of trouble of course." Madison chuckled softly, his ministration not lost on her. She didn,t realize it but when she spoke it was breathy, her eyes tightly closed with her head lolled back against Blackstone's shoulder. Nipples were poking through the thin shirt and slowly, just from their speaking, his breath on her neck and ears while his baritone voice spoke in low tones, she was getting damp.