I need a master in my life to have me, and keep me as his own. I am not complete without his guidance, protection, wisdom and strength. I find great pleasure and joy in giving myself to him and trusting him completely with my deepest parts unknown even to me.

I do not see this as a sign of weakness… I’m not stupid or naïve… and I do not serve my master out of shame. I serve him out of respect for his needs, and love for tending to my own needs… A good master knows what is best for me… and for both of us. As long as I have a good master, I will trust in his decisions and accept his punishments thankfully. I know that it is not his own desires that he puts first, but my best interests instead. I am his responsibility as well as his pleasure, and I know that he takes both very seriously.

I am whatever he says I am, and his view of me is the only view I know… He sees the true me that no one else can fathom… and finds it beautiful… so who am I, or anyone else to disagree? He tears my walls down and makes me see myself for who I can be, and who I really am… which is far from the person the world knows me to be… and words can not express how grateful I am for his graces.

He is everything to me… my world… and his words alone are enough to set fire to my soul. By serving him I find more freedom than being “free” in a world of chaos… I give him my body and soul freely and put his pleasures far above my own…. Because only in his happiness am I truly satisfied. His displeasure in me is far worse than any physical pain that could possibly be inflicted upon me.

I kneel before him give my self humbly as a gift that only he can appreciate. I am his… only his… for as long as he will have me.