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| Slave: I am joyfully owned but we would love to find another submissive/slave for a threesome. Someone who can handle some pain. Someone who submits to, yet is exhilarated by, being forced to their knees by a hand in their hair...
Dom: We found when we were not looking, and could not ignore what we encountered.
My slave and I are blessed and we know it. It's rare what we have and we acknowledge and cherish that every second of our lives. We are living our true nature in respect for the other and out of love for each other.
Am I patient? Yes.
Do I give mercy? No. Mercy has never ever helped a slave.
Does she make me proud and happy every single second of the day? Yes.
Here is what she has to say:
To me a slave means to serve...offering oneself in every way....heart, body, and soul to your special other. It is giving of yourself everything that you have in order to please them, and in turn receiving complete love, protection, and a sense of safety and faith that you will be taken care of. It is enduring a particularly painful lash of the whip or strike of a cane....torture that causes fire over every nerve or inch of skin, leaving you meek and quivering, but enduring because you know it pleases him.
It is to endure these things, to be humbled, disciplined, and made his and know you are his, kneeling in submission. It is to receive great gentleness....a caress...a lingering kiss...the tender hands of care that soothe you when sick or unable to move.
This is what I think it is to be a slave....and a slave I am in every sense of the word.
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