A true submissive serves from the heart, they don't need an Owner driving them to do something, they do it willingly, gladly, eagerly. They see their Owner's glass half empty and they fill it, they take care of their Owner's needs sometimes before the Owner realizes what it is They want. They don't need words of praise, the fact that their Owner is content and comfortable is praise enough. They don't need other's to see that they're submitting, the fact that they are is more then enough. When their One tells them to come, they put down what they're doing and go gladly hoping that they can provide some small thing to ease the comfort of the One. The light in the eyes of their Owner or the touch of their One's hand on their head is high praise and will please a submissive more then any award given. The first thing to enter a submissive's mind when they wake is "what can i do to help Him/Her today" and the last thing through their minds when they go to sleep is the joy that they have sFirst and foremost, slavery hinges upon a commitment to obedience. The slave does not revisit issues such as "should I submit?" or "How do I feel about that? Will I say yes or no?" When a dominant order is issued, whether or not the slave agrees with it, sie is obedient in the same manner that a soldier is who has enlisted in the Army. (That military analogy is one of several I think holds very true for the power dynamics of M/s relationships.)

9 LEVELS OF SUBMISSION THE OUTRIGHT NON-SUBMISSIVE MASOCHIST or KINKY SENSUALIST. Not into servitude, humiliation or giving up control; just pain and/or spiced-up sensuality, on the masochist's own terms and for the masochist's own direct pleasure (i.e. turned on solely/mainly by one's own bodily sensations rather than by being "used" to gratify one's partner's sadism). PSEUDO-SUBMISSIVE NON-SLAVE. Not into even playing "slave," but into other "submissive" role-playing, e.g. schoolteacher scenes, infantilism, "forced" transvestism. Usually into humiliation, but NOT into servitude, even in play. Dictates the scene to a large degree. PSEUDO-SUBMISSIVE PLAY SLAVE. Likes to play at being a slave; likes to feel subservient; may in some cases like to feel one is being "used" to gratify partner's sadism; may even really serve the dominant in some ways, but only on the "slave's" own terms. Dictates the scene to a large degree; often fetishistic (e.g. foot worshipers). TRUE SUBMISSIVE NON-SLAVE. Really gives up control (only temporarily and within agreed upon limits), but gets her/his main satisfaction from aspects of submission other than serving or being used by the dominant. Usually turned on by suspense, vulnerability, and/or giving up responsibility. Doesn't dictate the scene except in very general terms, but still seek mainly her/his own direct pleasure (rather than getting one's pleasure mainly from pleasing the dominant). TRUE SUBMISSIVE PLAY SLAVE. Really gives up control (though only temporarily; only during brief "scenes" and within limits) and gets main satisfaction from serving/being used by dominant, but only for FUN purposes, usually erotic. May not be into pain. If so, is turned on by pain indirectly, i.e. enjoys being the object of one's partner's sadism, on which the submissive places very few requirements or restrictions. UNCOMMITTED SHORT-TERM BUT MORE THAN PLAY SEMI-SLAVE. Really gives up control (usually within limits); wants to serve and be used by the dominant; wants to provide practical/non erotic as well as fun/erotic services; but only when the "slave" is in the mood. May even act as a full-time slave for, say, several days at a time, but is free to quit at any time (or at the end of the agreed upon several days). May or may not have long-term relationship with one's Mistress, but, either way, the "slave" has the final say over when she will serve. PART-TIME CONSENSUAL-BUT REAL SLAVE. Has an ongoing commitment to an owner/slave relationship and regards oneself as the dominants property at all times. Wants to obey and please dom(me) in all aspects of life-practical/non erotic and fun/erotic. Devotes most of time to other commitments (e.g. job) but Dom(me) has first pick of the slave's free time. FULL-TIME LIVE IN CONSENSUAL SLAVE. Within no more than a few broad limits/requirements, the slave regards herself/himself as existing solely for the Dom(me)'s pleasure/well being. Slave in turn expects to be regarded as a prized possession. Not much different from the situation of the traditional housewife, except that within the S/M world the slave's position is more likely to be fully consensual, especially if the slave is male. Within the S/M world, a full time "slave" arrangement is entered into with an explicit awareness of the magnitude carefully, with more awareness of the magnitude of power that is being given up, and hence is usually entered into much more carefully, with more awareness of the possible dangers, and with much clearer and more specific agreements than usually precede the traditional marriage. CONSENSUAL TOTAL SLAVE WITH NO LIMITS. A common fantasy ideal which probably doesn't exist in real life (except in authoritarian religious cults and other situations where the "consent" is induced by brainwashing and/or social or economic pressures, and hence isn't fully consensual). A few S/M purists will insist that you aren't really a slave unless you're willing to do absolutely anything for your Dom(me), with no limits at all. I've met a few people who claimed to be no-limit slaves, but in all cases I have reason to doubt the claim Slavery In consensual slavery a person gives themselves over to the control of another as completely as is humanly possible. This means not only a high degree of obedience, but that there is actually a chattel property context to the relationship. I refer not to a legal relationship, of course, but to a mutual understanding of ownership and property status that arises between the parties. While both slaves and submissives are often fondly referred to as "property", in the sense of consensual slavery the slave becomes literally (by mutual agreement) the property of the Owner. It is not unheard of for slaves to be sold by an Owner and to go willingly to their "The submissive decides how much authority she will cede to another, how much control she will bow to, and what aspects of her life she will surrender to the dominant's command." Slavery differs in this regard: these decisions are not made by the slave, but by the Owner for the slave, after the general commitment to obedience is in place.new Master or Mistress.

Borrowed from a Floridian Dom:

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HMM Another entry for those who are not educated to the lifestyle. A list of interests is just that. No where in this list does it say that it is something any of us must do. It is just a list of interests, it could mean we live for watching it or like trying it, or lastly we may just enjoy talking about it.

Never assume that you know what a person means by just browsing their interest lists. It shows you to be a fool if you assume you know what they desire by reading it.

I Crave Submission From An Equal

I never want to be better than you. I never want to think I am better than you.

I want you to respect me.

I want to respect you, too.

I want to know beyond a doubt that you are my intellectual match.... I want to be able to weigh you as a person and find, at the very least, that we balance out each other each other’s strengths. I want to know that you are intelligent, strong, and capable.

I want to feel intimidated by you, a little bit. I want to have to grow as a person in order to be the Dominant in your life. I want to grow for you. I want to have to stretch and push myself to be who you want me to be. I want to be challenged in order to keep up with being the person you need me to be.

I need you to know everything about me. I need you to look me in the eyes and see someone who you could be friends with, a peer, an equal.

I need you to choose to give your power over to me, and not default to it because you think you should.... Because you think I am better than you.

I need you to know you are something special and extraordinary.

I don’t mind if you are afraid of admitting you are extraordinary. It’s alright if you get insecure sometimes, if you need reassurance, if you get shy.

If you have a little hint that you are someone exceptional and you just need the push of a strong person to realize just how amazing you are, I can do that.

If you’re afraid to stand up and acknowledge how brilliant you are, because you have seen that extraordinary people are targets for those who are lesser than them... stand up anyways, and let me be your shield.

…Indeed, any fear, any insecurity, any reason you have for not accepting how special you are, I will find a way around that.

But I never, ever want you to submit to me because you think I am better than you, or smarter than you, or prettier than you. I want to earn your submission by earning your love or devotion, a choice to give over your power, not a default.

I know that some submissives want to give over their power to a superior, or a better. However, that isn’t fair to the Dominant. Every person deserves to be relationship with someone who is an equal, who will help them grow, who will force them to explore their whole potential....

If you love a Dominant, why would you wish someone inferior upon them? We do not deserve inferiority.

Why would a Dominant choose to interact with anyone who is truly beneath them, someone who would drag them down instead of forcing them to grow to being a better person?

Why would a Dominant share her life, her body, or her sexuality with someone she could not respect? Would it not degrade her as a person to “settle” for someone unworthy of her?

There is no room for the commonplace in my life... especially when it comes to those I love. Only the truly deserving will ever have the opportunity to submit to me.

From the viewpoint of one submissive to her One:

The other day while I was home alone, I became very horny and decided to give my self a quick rub to feel some pleasure before Master came home and used me in the way he usually does most night.

I began to run with thouights of that first night when he collared me and used me in so many ways. Skilled with a bigger than average cock. Somehow I got lost in my pleasure and didn't hear the bathroom door open. There standing with a scowl on his face, was Master. "What the hell are you doing??" I tried to explain how horny I was,yet my answer didn't seem to register. "You have disobeyed me like the horny slut you are"

One of his rules is I'm not allowed to touch my self in a pleasurable way unless he is present or gives permission.

Before I could say another word, I heard…"Strip."
"Yes, Master," I replied, trying to show him my eagerness to submit.
"Strip and hand me each piece of clothing. I quickly removed my dress, bra and panties. When I was finished, standing naked before him, he reached into a drawer and produced a black, silk blindfold.
I turned around and he put the blindfold over my eyes. "Go up to the bedroom," he ordered.
I walked forward tentatively, trying not to trip or crash into anything. Master gave me a big shove, and I slammed into the wall.
"I don't have all fucking night," he whispered into my air.
"I'm sorry, Master," I told him and continued to walk forward, this time quicker so as not to anger him anymore. My ankle caught onto the leg of a table, and I crashed to the ground. I positioned myself on my hands and knees to get back up, but I felt my Master's foot on my back, pushing me down to the floor. "I want you to crawl upstairs, you clumsy disrespectful whore."
"Yes, Master."
Eventually I made it to the bedroom, Master following me all the way there. He ordered me to lie on the bed, with my legs spread like the slut I am. I obeyed. I heard him rifling around in his night table drawers until I heard the clanking sounds of what had to be handcuffs. Indeed, he grabbed my wrist and clamped a cold, metal handcuff around it, as tight as it would go around my tiny wrists. He attached the other part of the cuff to the bedpost, and then did the same for my other wrist. Then I felt the rubbery taste of a ball gag in my mouth. Master fastened it around my head so tight that I was almost choking. I heard his footsteps leave the room and I was left to lie there in fear and anticipation at what he was planning.
It seemed like he was gone for hours. My scared feelings gave way to tired ones. I tried and tried to stay awake, but I kept zoning in and out. A loud, sharp SMACK jolted me awake. 
Again I heard another SMACK. I recognized the sound of Master's favorite paddle against the door frame. I heard him walk over to me. "on your belly". I obeyed him.  I felt the cool leather of the paddle tickle against my bottom and I immediately began to feel horny, and my fear about my punishment turned to desire. Before I could think anymore, I heard a loud SWISH in the air, and the paddle came down hard and fast on my ass. I tried to cry out, but the ball gag muffled me.
A violent hand snatched the blindfold away, and I could now see Master hovering over me, a wild, violent look in his eye.
"So, my slave, have I not told you time and time again that you are my slave? You are not allowed pleasure without my permission. Did I not tell you this?"
"Yes, Master, you have," I tried to say, trickles of saliva escaping my lips, and dribbling down my chin.
"But you continue to disobey me, like the slut you are. That is unacceptable. You will have to be punished." He held up his paddle, big and leathery, with holes in it to make it less wind-resistant, so he could cause me more pain. The holes were arranged in such a way to spell "SUB", so whenever he paddled me, "SUB" was spelled out across my body. With his hardest paddlings, the letters didn't go away for days.
"Turn over"  A devilish smile crept across Master's face as he crawled on top of me and straddled me. I could feel him growing hard through his slacks. For once I was glad the gag was in place because it covered my ravenous moans. I could feel myself start to get wet. Master raised the paddle above his head and brought it down swift and fast over my left tit. SMACK! A stifled scream escaped me. SMACK! SMACK SMACK! He paddled my tits over and over. Tears of pain came to face, my screams kept trying to break free from the gag. With a strong grip, Master grabbed the ball gag and yanked it out of my mouth, the leather snapping. Instantly my screams sounded throughout the room.
"Oh my slave, the sounds of your screams makes me so hard," he told me, rubbing his groin up and down my body, so I could feel his ever-hardening cock. He raised the paddle again and continued to go to town on my chest. I looked down and could see "SUB" written every which way across my tits. Small bruises were also starting to form. I was getting numb from the pain. After what seemed like an eternity, Master finally relented.
My rapid breathing finally slowed a bit. The punishment was over. As customary after punishments, I was to thank Master for setting me straight. "Thank you, Master - ."
He shook his head and stroked my hair. "I think it is so sweet that you think that was your punishment. My slave, it is far from over." He hopped off me and grabbed me, flipping me onto my side.
"Now slave, how many months have I owned you?" he asked, running the freshly-warm paddle over my ass.
"Fourteen, Master."
"Correct. I have been telling you for fourteen months what is acceptable and unacceptable behaviour for you as a slave. Your whorish actions today were beyond unacceptable, so I think it be appropriate that I give you fourteen paddlings, one for each month I have been telling you your place."
"Yes, Master."
I closed my eyes and braced myself. I heard the paddle go into the air and anticipated the beating. It didn't come. I waited and waited. Finally, SMACK! The echo reverberated throughout the room, as did my cry.
"One," I whispered, knowing that I was to count every paddling or else he would start again.
Over and over. Three, four, five. I was in agony, but this is also when I got the most horny, when Master asserted his dominance over me, punishing me mercilessly for my slutty infraction of his rules. My upper thighs were now completely soaked in pleasure. Seven, eight. I wanted him, needed him to take me...
"My slave, you missed number nine," I heard Master say.
"Yes, Master."
He began again, this time harder, which I didn't think was even possible. He changed paces, sometimes going so slowly that it felt torturous, I just wanted him to finish. Sometimes he went so fast, trying to mess me up, so he'd have to start over. My ass burned, and I'm sure it was as red as a tomato. My thighs were quivering with pleasure. Finally, "Fourteen."
Master dropped the paddle on the floor and looked at me expectantly.
"Thank you for my punishment, Master."
He sat down on the bed beside me, and put his hand between my legs. "Slave, you are soaked. Now what kind of a girl gets this turned on by a paddling like that, huh?"
"A slut like me." I knew the answer he was looking for.
"That's right. A slut like you." He began stroking my moist pussy, his fingers softly caressing my clit, making me moan with desire. He sped up and I could feel an orgasm building and building. Then he stopped.
He stood up, rubbing my sore tits and ass, and began to strip. When he was naked, he rolled me onto my back again and climbed on top of me. He rammed his big wide cock inside me; it went in in an instant, I was so wet for him. As he thrusted, he began to stroke my tits, feeling all the "SUB"s displayed across them. Then his stroking became rougher and rougher, until he started smacking my tits, the sensations of pain coming back. 
"You know you love it my little slave."
I did love it, and I felt like I was a sea of pleasure down there. I thrusted upward towards him, and he did it harder and harder. Our bodies made the sexiest smacking noise as we collided with each other. I was going to come any second.
"Please may I come, Master?"
"Slave, you know I need to hear you beg." He sped up his pace, going deeper and deeper.
"Please Master, will you please please let me cum? I am nothing but your slave and I live to make you happy. The only pleasure I have is when you fuck me like the horny slave animal I am. Please Master!"
"Yes, my slave, you may come."
I let out shriek after shriek of pleasure. My entire body was shaking and teeming with exquisite ecstasy. I almost passed out from the orgasmic sensations. I could feel him start to come too. He pulled out and rammed his cock into my mouth. He pumped my mouth hard. I swallowed up his cum greedily. When he finished and I cleaned him off with my tongue, he batted his semi-hard cock against my face lightly, which I now know as his sign of extreme satisfaction. With one final grab of my ass, he got up and began to dress again.
"Good night, my slave," he said as he turned out the lights, leaving me still tied to the bed, tired and spent from pleasure.
About an hour later he came back to the bed room and readied for sleep. When he got into bed he whispered "I love you", then removed the cuffs and then grabbed me by the hair, and guided me to his cock and said "suckle my love" and I did, taking him in my mouth as I drifted off to sleep happy and content.