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| i am a owned slave. Although i wanted to be owned i thought i would still have at least a little grasp of my life. i put up a barrier to try to keep some identity but i found i was no match for my Mistress. In time She was able to take control of my thoughts. i found myself thinking of Her every waking moment. Then She invaded my dreams.......it was then i knew She was in total control. Now i can honestly state that She owns my heart, mind, body and soul. i know this is the life i wanted but She proved it was also the life i needed. If i told You i wasn't scared i would be lying. It's the constant unknown of how deep i will be taken. Feeding off the power exchange has made Her so much stronger and me to weak to fight the inevitable. i have accepted the fact that She is my Superior and i am Her humble servant..
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