Master, I am a humble girl, before you on knees bent by your will. My submission is not a gift that I have given you freely, but rather the only choice I have left when faced with the power of your resolve. I am on my knees because you will not keep me on my feet. And, desperately, I want you to keep me.

Humbled, conquered, exhilarated, joyful, frightened not by the depths of what you command of me, but scared that my best efforts may fall short. All these emotions pour over me as I kneel at your feet. And I contemplate that while I come to you with empty hands, you have given me so many gifts.

Acceptance

My grateful heart thanks you, Master, for recognizing my nature is slavery. I am your slave because you have made me so. I kneel to you because you compel my heart to submit. I beg you because I have no choice. I am grateful that now that you have made me your slave, you choose to also accept me as your property. Master I beg you to always keep me as the slave my nature condemns and frees me to be.

Correction

I thank you, Master for teaching your property how to please you through your corrections and guidance. I am the malleable soul of woman, and my happiness grows as your hands and heart shape me into the figure and form that bring you pleasure. Master, I beg that you never stop fine-tuning me, so that in the growth you foster in me, I may continue to delight you with progress.

Communication

Master, I thank you for the thousand questions about life, and love, and the world that you have given me answers to, and also for the questions you have made me answer on my own. I am grateful that you have made me speak when my walls of pride have fought to keep me silent, and that you have not let my tears sway you. Thank you Master, for knowing, in your wisdom, that allowing me to keep my dignity would be allowing me to erect a barrier between us. Master, I beg you to never stop tearing down my walls, making me lay my soul bare to you.

Expectations

Master, thank you for setting high standards for me, and pushing me to achieve the things you know I can. I am grateful that you see my doubts and acknowledge my fears, while at the same time you don't allow them to become permanent obstacles. Master, I beg you to always set your expectations high, and to never let me fail before I begin by giving into doubt.

Kneeling at your feet, with empty hands, but a heart full of love and respect, I contemplate the gifts you have given me. Master, your slave thanks you.

This webset features the painting St. Joan
tentatively attributed to John William Waterhouse (1849-1917)