Hunger

Yes, I enjoy kneeling at her feet. I relish the thought of being told what to do and I get a great sense of well being from suffering and enduring pain and it is my hope to settle into a Female-Led-Relationship with a woman who delights in her control.

This not about a dominant woman converting me into a slave, because I was born a slave. That part has already been done by forces beyond my control. What I am referring to is meeting a woman who can strengthen my submission and obedience. Over the years I have meet and served several women who understood that although she was benefiting more from my enslavement, they realized by keeping me in servitude they were also giving me a wonderful gift by allowing me the opportunity to find true happiness and contentment as their servant. So for me, a Female-Led-Relationship is absolutely a win-win arrangement. An FLR equally satisfies their needs and desires as an entitled women as well as satifying all of my needs as their doting, bootlicking slave.

When these woman stroked my submissive mind I admittedly become more focused and devoted. In a way it is my kryptonite. They had a power over me that I couldn’t resist. However, unlike kryptonite, I enjoyed falling under their spell. And while blissfully going about my day, doing as I was told gave me great clarity about what my life was all about, why I existed. I existed to serve and my goal in life was to obey while keeping their live’s stress free and happy.

Admittedly, I am happiest when I am kept in a submissive state-of-mind and when I fall deep into submission, I tend to experience, for lack of another word, subspace, which is the ultimate utopia for me. I am sure there are many different ways to describe subspace, but for me I can only explain it as a state of pure pleasure and euphoria in which my mind completely shuts off from the outside world. I have no thoughts other than to obey and serve. When I fall into subspace, my inhibitions disappear and I find myself wanting to do just about anything she asks of me.

And I have to admit, the kinkier things got, like the introduction of bondage and discipline, the deeper I would fall into subspace and the more I wanted to please, do and suffer for her.