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.
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
yself go and abandon everything to him. I am his pleasure and his
responsibility, and he takes both seriously. I am a submissive
oman. 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.
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