S - submissive
U - unique
B - busty
M - minds
I - interesting
S - smart
S - satisfying
I - insatable
V - vivacious
E – entertaining
Submissive's Creed
I Am a Submissive Woman.
I find pleasure, joy, and fulfillment from being submissive to another 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 serve out of shame or weakness, but out of pride and strength.
I look to my loving Master for guidance and protection, for never am I more complete than when he is with me.
I know that he will protect my body, my mind, and my soul with his strength and wisdom.
He is everything to me, as I am everything to him. His touch awakens me and his thoughts free me.
Only in serving him do I find complete freedom and joy.
His punishments are harsh, but I accept them thankfully, knowing that he has my best interests always foremost in his mind.
If
he desires my body for pleasure, I shall joyfully give it to him, and
take pleasure myself from knowing that I have brought him happiness.
However, the pleasure of the flesh is but one facet of any relationship.
The love, the trust and sharing, the words spoken and felt, those are all parts of this relationship.
My body is his, and if he says I am beautiful, then I am.
No
matter what I look like to others, I am beautiful in his eyes, and
because of that I hold my head high… …for who can tell me that my
Master is wrong in seeing the beauty in me?
If he says I am his princess, then I am that…regal and graceful.
And if I see laughter at me in the eyes of others, I do not recognize it, for who are they to call my Master wrong?
If
he says I am his toy, his slut, his tramp, then I am that…as wanton and
dirty as he wants me to be, and if others do not see this, then it is
they who are blind, not my Master.
My
mind is his, to expand, to explore, to know as only he can. I have no
secrets from him…for secrets are a thing that would keep me from being
more perfectly his.
Secrets would put a wall up between my Master and myself…and I do not want walls.
His lessons are not always ones I would seek on my own, but they are lessons he has decided I need, and so I learn from him.
My soul is his, as bare to his touch as ever my skin could be when I kneel naked at his feet.
Never a moment goes by when I do not feel his presence, be he miles away or standing over me.
If I were to ever displease him, his displeasure would be a blow to my soul, worse punishment than any lashes could be.
The
anguish of my soul that I feel when I disappoint him is harder to bear
than the physical anguish I feel when his belt caresses me with fire.
I
spend my days knowing that the energy and thought he puts into our
relationship is as much for my benefit as for his, and look forward to
each lovingly crafted scene that we do together.
His
part is much harder than mine, and I know this and am grateful that he
cares enough about me to spend his time and energy so freely on me.
I have the easier job: to feel, to experience!