Re: Holding Pens: Jackson
"Jackson, Master." Jackson replied in the calmest tone he could muster. Why was he acting so timid. This was not his first time being bought or meeting a new master, but Jackson felt twisted up inside. He had to be good, he did. Subconsciously, and bit consciously, he started to scratch at his arms as away to ground himself. Had it been another time he would have done it for punishment, but the pain soothed him, maybe him feel good.