I'm a slave woman
i find pleasure, joy and fulfillment from being submitted to another, in a loving relationship.
i'm not weak, or stupid. i'm a strong woman, with firm views and a clear concept of what i want out of my life. i don't serve out of shame or weakness, but out of pride and strength.
i look to my loving Mistress for guidance and protection, for never am i more complete than when She's with me. i know that She will protect my body, mind and soul with Her strength and wisdom.
She's everything to me, as i'm everything to Her. Her touch awakens me and Her thoughts free me. Only in serving Her do i find complete freedom and joy.
Her punishments are harsh, but i accept them thankfully, knowing that She has my best interests always foremost in Her mind.
If She desires my body for pleasure, i'll joyfully give it to Her, and take pleasure myself from knowing that i have brought Her happiness.
However, the pleasure of the flesh is but one facet of any relationship. The love, trust and sharing, the words spoken and felt, those are all parts of this relationship.
my body is Hers, and if She says i'm beautiful, then i am. No matter what i look like to others, i'm beautiful in Her eyes, and because of that i hold my head high...for who can tell me that my Mistress is wrong in seeing the beauty in me?
If She says i'm Her princess, then i'm that...regal and graceful. And if i see laughter at me in the eyes of others, i don't recognize it, for who are they to call my Mistress wrong?
If She says i'm Her toy, Her slut, then i'm that...as wanton and dirty as She wants me to be, and if others don't see this, then it's they who are blind, not my Mistress.
my mind is Hers, to expand, to explore, to know as only She can. i have no secrets from Her...for secrets are a thing that would keep me from being perfectly Hers. Secrets would put a wall up between my Mistress and myself...and i don't want walls.
Her lessons are not always ones i would seek on my own, but they are lessons She has decided i need, and so i learn from Her.
my soul is Hers, as bare to Her touch as ever my skin could be when i kneel naked at Her feet.
Never a moment goes by when i don't feel Her presence, be She miles away or standing over me.
If i were to ever displease Her, Her 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 Her is harder to bear than the physical anguish i feel when Her whip caresses me with fire.
i spend my days knowing that the energy and thought She puts into our relationship is as much for my benefit as for Hers, and look forward to each lovingly crafted scene that W/we do together.
Her part is much harder than mine, i know this and am grateful that She cares enough about me to spend Her time and energy so freely on me. i have the easier job: to feel, to experience, to let myself go and abandon everything to Her.
i'm Her pleasure and Her responsibility, and She takes both seriously.
my submission is a gift that i don't give lightly, and can only be given to She who can appreciate that gift and return it tenfold. Only to She who has that strength will i give myself fully, because i'm strong and proud.
i'm a slave woman and i'm proud to call myself that.
By slave alex, SLRN 203-826-459
i'm not weak, or stupid. i'm a strong woman, with firm views and a clear concept of what i want out of my life. i don't serve out of shame or weakness, but out of pride and strength.
i look to my loving Mistress for guidance and protection, for never am i more complete than when She's with me. i know that She will protect my body, mind and soul with Her strength and wisdom.
She's everything to me, as i'm everything to Her. Her touch awakens me and Her thoughts free me. Only in serving Her do i find complete freedom and joy.
Her punishments are harsh, but i accept them thankfully, knowing that She has my best interests always foremost in Her mind.
If She desires my body for pleasure, i'll joyfully give it to Her, and take pleasure myself from knowing that i have brought Her happiness.
However, the pleasure of the flesh is but one facet of any relationship. The love, trust and sharing, the words spoken and felt, those are all parts of this relationship.
my body is Hers, and if She says i'm beautiful, then i am. No matter what i look like to others, i'm beautiful in Her eyes, and because of that i hold my head high...for who can tell me that my Mistress is wrong in seeing the beauty in me?
If She says i'm Her princess, then i'm that...regal and graceful. And if i see laughter at me in the eyes of others, i don't recognize it, for who are they to call my Mistress wrong?
If She says i'm Her toy, Her slut, then i'm that...as wanton and dirty as She wants me to be, and if others don't see this, then it's they who are blind, not my Mistress.
my mind is Hers, to expand, to explore, to know as only She can. i have no secrets from Her...for secrets are a thing that would keep me from being perfectly Hers. Secrets would put a wall up between my Mistress and myself...and i don't want walls.
Her lessons are not always ones i would seek on my own, but they are lessons She has decided i need, and so i learn from Her.
my soul is Hers, as bare to Her touch as ever my skin could be when i kneel naked at Her feet.
Never a moment goes by when i don't feel Her presence, be She miles away or standing over me.
If i were to ever displease Her, Her 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 Her is harder to bear than the physical anguish i feel when Her whip caresses me with fire.
i spend my days knowing that the energy and thought She puts into our relationship is as much for my benefit as for Hers, and look forward to each lovingly crafted scene that W/we do together.
Her part is much harder than mine, i know this and am grateful that She cares enough about me to spend Her time and energy so freely on me. i have the easier job: to feel, to experience, to let myself go and abandon everything to Her.
i'm Her pleasure and Her responsibility, and She takes both seriously.
my submission is a gift that i don't give lightly, and can only be given to She who can appreciate that gift and return it tenfold. Only to She who has that strength will i give myself fully, because i'm strong and proud.
i'm a slave woman and i'm proud to call myself that.
By slave alex, SLRN 203-826-459
11年前
