A poem: I find pleasure, joy, and fulfilment from being submissive

I find pleasure, joy, and fulfilment from being submissive

to my Mistress 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 will look to my loving Mistress for guidance and protection, for never

will I be more complete than when She is with me.

I know that She will protect my body, my mind, and my soul

with Her strength and wisdom.

She is everything to me, as I am 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 may be 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 shall 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 O/our relationship.

The love, the trust and sharing, the words spoken and felt,

those are all parts of this relationship.

My body is Her, and if She says I am beautiful, then I am.

No matter what I look like to others, I am beautiful in Her eyes,

and because of that I hold my head high.

If She says I am Her precious jewel,

then I am that…a beautiful, sparkling gem.

If She says that I am Her pet, Her slut, Her whore, then I am that..

as wanton and dirty as She wants me to be.

My mind is Her, to expand, to explore, to know only as She can.

I have no secrets from Her… for secrets are a thing that would

keep me from being more perfectly Her.

Secrets would put a wall up between my Mistress and myself…

and I do not want walls.

Her lessons are not always ones I would seek on my own,

but they are lessons She has decided that I need, and so I learn from Her.

My soul is Her, 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 do not 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 any physical anguish I feel.

I 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 am Her pleasure and Her responsibility, and She 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 the One who can appreciate that gift and return it tenfold.

Only to my Mistress who has that strength, will I give myself fully,

because I am strong and proud.

I am a submissive man.

~Author Unknown