newsubmissive90

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 I am strong and proud.



I am a submissive woman.

My second rant:

To the rude men who sent me rude messages because of my previous rant. You want to start something, then be man enough not to block me after you have sent rude messages. You can't take it, then you certainly shouldn't be dishing it out. Please get a life and quit interfering with mine.

My first official rant on this site:

@mysticfairy69: I never once claimed that the pictures were of me, and when asked, I say so. I have a reason for not posting pictures of myself on here, it's called a life and job outside of the bedroom. You may not understand, but several people do, and it is such a BITCH move to send rude messages to someone who has never once spoken to you before. Get off your high horse, because you are no better a person than I am.

Anyone who says love is free has never truly been in love. Your lover will need comfort. Your spouse will have bad days. Your child will have their heart broken, more than once and you will be expected to help pick up the pieces. Your beloved pets become a parade of joy and loss. Love costs, sometimes it costs everything you have, and sometimes it costs more. On those days you weigh the joy you gain against the pain; you weigh the energy given from the loving and the energy lost from the duties that love places upon us. Love can be the most expensive thing in the world. If it's worth it, great, but if not, then love does not conquer all, sometimes you are conquered by it. You are laid waste before the breathtaking pain of it, and crushed under the weight of it's obligations."

I need to feel safe. Like I can let go of my wants and desires and trust you to do what's best for me when I give up control.

I need security. I need to know my self image will only be broken down to be built back up.

I need comfort. When I crumble I need you there to pick up my pieces and continue while petting me.

I need consistency. I need to same reactions, expectations and boundaries today that I got yesterday.

I need gentleness.

I need your control. I need you to accept it when I give it to you and coax it from me when I don't.

I need praise. I have to know that you are proud of me to be happy.

I need reassurance. Constantly.

I need to be challenged. I am not a passive person, I am a very assertive person. I need you to stand toe to toe with me.

I need to surrender. I will never be forced. I need to go willingly or not at all.

Before the first slap, tie, crack of the whip,
You should know that you're only touching skin.
Before the whimpers, moans, tears,
You should know that there are places inside me that will feel nothing.

With the bruises, wetness, pinkened skin,
You should know that it's not enough.
With the goodbye, the thanks, the hug,
You should know that I'm being what I think you want.

I need a spark, a connection, an inspiration,
You should know that without those it's just an act.
I need a partner, a confidant, an equal,
You should know that anything else doesn't matter.

You can touch me, hurt me, make me cum, make me sad,
But if you don't know me, really know me,
Behind the face, the hair, the ass and the boobs,
All you'll ever get is a fleeting glimpse of what could be.

You should know, but you probably don't...