“So, so sorry. Really sorry. Master. Sir. Emperor of the world. God of the universe.”

“I’m sorry to tell you this, sprite, but you are definitely little.”

“I felt sorry for myself since my wimpy dom can’t catch a snail crossing the sidewalk.”

“She realised she was whimpering. Sir held her closer, his hard grip reassuring. This wasn't a dream; he really was here.”

“You mean you’re not God? Nooo, say it isn’t so!”

“You know how really big guys are always nicknamed Tiny?" She didn’t wait for any response, afraid she’d chicken out. "Guess that would make you Master Munchkin, huh?”

“What the heck kind of name was Sir?”