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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,
to let myself go and abandon everything to Him. i am His pleasure
and His responsibility, and He takes both seriously. i am a
submissive woman. i am proud to call myself that. my submission is
a gift that i do not give lightly, and can only be given to one who can
appreciate that gift and return it tenfold. Only to He who has that
strength will i give myself fully, because
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