It is difficult to express ones deepest desires in public … These are my words ...
I find pleasure, joy, and fulfilment from being submissive to one MAN in a loving relationship.
I am not weak or stupid, I am a strong woman, with firm views and a clear concept of what I want out of my life.
I do not please out of shame or weakness, but out of pride and strength.
I will look to you for guidance and protection, for never will I be more complete than when you are with me.
I know that you will protect my body, my mind, and my soul with your strength and wisdom.
You are everything to me, as I am everything to you.
Your touch awakens me and your thoughts free me.
Only in pleasing you do I find complete freedom and joy.
Your punishments may be harsh, but I accept them thankfully, knowing that you have my best interests always foremost in your mind.
When you desire my body for pleasure, I shall joyfully give it to you and take pleasure myself from knowing that I have brought you happiness.
However, the pleasure of the flesh is but one facet of our relationship.
The love, the trust and sharing, the words spoken and felt, those are all parts of this relationship.
My body is yours, and if you say I am beautiful, then I am.
No matter what I look like to others, I am beautiful in your eyes, and because of that I hold my head high.
When you say I am your presious jewel, then I am that - a beautiful sparkling gem.
When you say that I am your pet, your slut, your whore, then I am that - as wanton and dirty as you want me to be.
My mind is yours, to expand, to explore, to know as only you can.
I hide no secrets from you - for secrets are something that would keep me from being more perfectly yours.
Secrets would put a wall up between you and I - and I do not want walls.
Your lessons are not always ones I would seek on my own, but they are lessons you have decided that I need, and so I learn from you.
My soul is yours, as bare to your touch as ever my skin could be when I kneel naked at your feet.
Never a moment goes by when I do not feel your presence, be you miles away or standing over me.
When I displease you, your displeasure is a blow to my soul, worse punishment than your caning are.
The anguish of my soul that I feel when I disappoint you is harder to bear than any physical anguish I feel.
I am grateful that you care enough about me to spend your time and energy so freely on me.
I have the easier job, to feel, to experience , to let myself go and abandon everything to you.
I am your pleasure and your responsebility, and you take both seriously.
I am a submissive woman.
I am proud to call myself that, my submission is a gift I do not give lightly, and is only given to you who can appriciate that gift and return it tenfold.
Only to you who have that strength, will I give myself fully, because I am strong and proud.
I am a submissive woman.
This is my Desire  ...

Flames to dust, lovers to friends ... the collar in the sand

The Legend of the Sacred Birman...
Hundreds of years ago, in a valley at the foot of the mountain Lugh, a temple stood. It was the temple Lao-Tsun.
The temple was guarded by 100 yellow-eyed cats, with white long and silky fur. The temple also housed an idol of the goddess Tsun Kyan-Kse.
The holy Kittah, Mun Ha, the highest and most holy monk in the temple, often kneeled in deep meditation before this goddess, who had wonderful blue sapphire-eyes. He himself had his long beard gilt by the god Song Hio. By Mun Ha’s side was his faithful and beloved follower, a beautiful temple-cat named Sinh.
Sinh always took part in his masters meditation, and while Mun Ha were meditating, Sinh gazed calmly into the goddess blue sapphire-eyes.
One moonlit night Mun Ha was in deep meditation before his sacred goddess Tsun-Kyan-Kse. He was in a deep trance, so deep that he did not notice any pain while the temple was attacked, by Thais from Siam, and he was killed.
At the very moment Mun Ha did his last breath, Sinh placed his paws on his clothes, and turned towards the golden goddess. Her deep sapphire-blue eyes became the eyes of Sinh.
Sinh’s face, ears, legs and tail got a velvet-smooth mould like colour, while his paws, still gently placed on Mun Ha’s dead body, remained perfectly white as a symbol of purity.
At dawn the temple was shining by the transformation of the remaining 99 white cats. Together with Sinh they reflected the golden glare from a hundred beautiful sunrises.
Sinh did not move from the place where his master died. He kept starring into Tsun-Kyan-Kse’s blue eyes.
Exactly seven days later Sinh died. Thus carrying Mun Ha’s soul to Nirvana.