A Submissive Woman

I found this on the site of Histoy33916.blogspot.com that was written by an unknown author.

I'm not into harsh punishments, but thought the sentiment about being a strong woman who

serves from pride and strength was right on.

Your thoughts?

FD

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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 best

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

physical pain could be. The anguish of my soul

that I feel when I disappoint him is harder to bear

than the physical anguish. 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.

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