I am a submissive woman sent in by leashedlaura

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 unintelligent. 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 beloved 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, my heart and my spirit

  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 strict, but I accept them thankfully,

  knowing that he has my best interests always foremost in his

  mind.

  If he desires my body for his 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 love, then I am that ... regal , graceful, exquisite in my slavery.

  And if I see laughter for 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 toys, his slut, his property, then I am that

  as wanton and filled with dark desires as he wants me to be,

 and if others do no 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 spirit 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 was to ever displease him, his displeasure would be

  a blow to my spirit, worse punishment than any lashes could be.

  The anguish of my heart 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 I 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 e 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 him, the 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 owned , cherished and loved by my Master.

I am his slave..yesterday, today and tomorrow