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23 Feb 2013

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

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