You seduce with your tome, Sir. My favorite parts of your vignette:

The fire red mane fell about midway down her back, dancing over the smooth pallet of her flesh like an artist's sable tip brush dipping and swirling amid a sea of polar white.
I was near tears as she pledged her submission and then,

The honed edge of the six and a half inch blade slid beneath the loop of Olivia's shock of hair. Slow even slashes of the ebony edged steel began slicing through years of denial, of deceit and what she was born to be in a life wasted in hiding from herself!
Here is a sentence every sub should feel at least once in his/her lifetime:

She felt a dull ache begin pulsing wihin the pit of her tummy and tiny droplets of her own wetness drizzle between the folds of her cunt.
Thank you for sharing that pulse.