BDSM Beginners Kit
Views on Submission
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 bests interests always formost 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 disappiont 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.
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