I am a dominant man. I am just that.

I am not dominant because of any

superiority on my part. Not because I

feel I am more intelligent, or wiser.

I am not dominant because of the strength or mass of

my body.

I am not,

nor would I want to be dominant with all women.

Yet to you, I am Master.

I am your Master only after earning your trust

and I embrace your submissiveness.

I have looked into your heart and mind and clearly see

your desires and passions.

You have thrown away your

fears and inhibitions.

You tell me of the needs of your heart and body.

You have given me total access to your soul,

and I accept the responsibility and honor.

You are a woman.

You are not weak or inferior because of it.

You are a

treasure to be cherished.

We are not equal.

I have the strength of body and

mind and the instinctive need

to protect, possess, defend and provide for you.

You are a woman and instinctively stronger of will and

heart.

Your belief in me

gives me courage and direction.

Your strength disperses my doubt.

Your needs and desires encourage and give purpose to

my efforts.

We are not equal. We are halves of a whole.

We compliment each other and

make each other complete.

My desire to dominate you is instinctive.

It is not to degrade you

nor is it degrading to you because you are secure in

being totally feminine.

We each recognize and accept our worth,

and our need for

someone to trust and fulfill our needs.

You are sure, strong and proud in your womanhood.

You do not submit as acceptance of inferiority, but

from strength and passion.

You expect a man

to stand strong and be a man.

You desire and flourish in the strength and control of

a man.

In return you present control of your body,

unqualified trust and honesty, and the faithfulness of

your heart.

You submit because I have earned your trust.

Because I have opened my heart and soul to you.

Because I have listened to your words with my ears and

heart and have learned to anticipate your needs and

emotions. And because I have proven worthy in your

eyes, you have given me the only true treasure of

life;

you have given me dominance over you.

What you give is not abnormal, but pure, natural and

the rarest gift a woman could give a man.

You have given me complete and unshakable assurance of

your commitment to me.

Your submissiveness is a magnificent gift and sacred

responsibility.

I accept this from you with humility and joy.

I understand the rarity and purity of this gift.

I recognize it is your body and soul,

your heart and mind.

I dominate you only because you have allowed it.

I dominate only because you have allowed me to and

when I see your body kneel before me, in my mind and

heart you are raised above all other woman,

and all the treasures of the earth. What you give

freely can not in reality be

bought.

And this is what I am...

I am a submissive woman

I find pleasure, joy, and fulfillment from being submissive
to my Master 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 will look to my loving Master for guidance and protection, for never
will I be 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 may be 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 O/our 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.
If He says I am His precious jewel,
then I am that…a beautiful, sparkling gem.
If He says that I am His pet, His slut, His whore, then I am that...
as wanton and dirty as He wants me to be.
My mind is His, to expand, to explore, and to know only as 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 me…
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 that 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 any physical anguish I feel.
I 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 the One who can appreciate that gift and return it tenfold, for His Dominance is also a gift.
Only to my Master who has that strength, will I give myself fully,
because I am strong and proud.
I am a submissive woman.