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Submissive Woman

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 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.

Slave vs. Sub

I am His slave. I have given myself freely but not easily to my Master. I am not His pet nor His dear nor His toy. Yet, I am there to please Him. To say I expect nothing in return, would be an untruth.....I expect Him to use me in a way that brings both pleasure and joy to us both. I accept, and am thankful for, any type of pain my Master chooses to inflict...whether it comes across to me as pleasure or true *pain*. This was a lesson I learned , one that I thought I would never experience. Yet, I do not worry that my Master will *harm* me, for I have accepted the choice of my Owner wisely, and with great care.

As a sub I once had limits. A sub retains the right to decide what will and will not be. She has the choice to stay or leave if things are not to her liking or advantage. A Master will respect these rights the sub holds dear. These rights give her a sense of security. But by the same token the balance of power tends to shift back and forth. For me, it was confusing. I needed to submit totally. "...Masters tended to find girls who were, from their point of view, superb slaves, and girls tended to find men who were, from their point of view, marvels as Masters. It is a beautiful moment when the woman realizes that the man who owns her is her love Master , and the man realizes that the girl.... looking up at him, tears in her eyes, is his love slave."

As slave, I have no limits. My Master does as He pleases. My Master makes the ultimate decisions on what will happen or never happen, and when it is time to stop, or if needs be to continue. I no longer have to worry about right and wrong, how much more I can take. I am growing with Him. It is very freeing. I know that He will never ask me to endure more than I am able. But will stretch me to my limits and beyond. I trust him with my life.

To say I chose Him would be a misnomer. He chose me. He saw in me, the woman I truly am. It was my decision to accept Him. All other decisions have become His. In His words....He is the Man that puts control in my life. This depth is not right for many. I did not submit on this level overnight. It has been a long process, not in weeks or months. The years we have been together have been hard but wonderful at the same time.

My Master is a patient man. And, tho I don't always agree with what He does, I learn to accept. It took much time, patience, understanding, and learning of each other before He brought me to this stage. There has been added a new dimension to my feelings for my Master. My Master disciplines me in the way most appropriate for me. He is hard at times....Then the only danger is that he will weaken. One must be strong with a love slave. If one truly loves her, he will be that strong.

The slavery in which a love slave is kept is an unusually deep slavery. She must serve him with a perfection which would stun and startle other girls; if she should fail in any way, even in so small a way that the lapse would be overlooked in another wench, or bring perhaps a mild word of reprimand, she is likely to be tied to the slave ring and whipped; there is good reason for this; she is you see a love slave; no woman can be more in a man's power; and with no woman must he be stronger." pg.236 Beasts of Gor by John Norman. I am His love slave. I may not always like the ways in which He chooses, but I will accept them and with grace. There is a greater respect and deeper love for my Master pulled from me in spite of myself.

I am his slave.