i am UNOWNED slave property. i find pleasure, joy, and fulfillment from being submissive to my One in a loving relationship. i am not weak, nor am i stupid. i am a strong man, 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 Mistress for guidance and protection, for never am i 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 to Her. Her touch awakens me and Her thoughts free me. Only in serving Her do i find complete freedom and joy. Her punishments are harsh, but i accept them thankfully, knowing that She has my best interests always foremost in Her mind. If She desires my body for Her pleasure, i shall joyfully give it to Her, and take pleasure in myself knowing that I have brought Her 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 Hers, to do with as She pleases, and if She says that 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...for who can tell me that my Mistress is wrong in seeing the beauty in me? If She says i am Her one, then i am that...handsome and respectful. And if i see laughter at me, in the eyes of others, i do not recognize it, for who are they to call my Mistress wrong?

My mind is Hers, to expand, to explore, and to know as only She can. I have no secrets from Her...for secrets are a thing that would keep me from being more perfectly Hers. 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 i need, i may not see the wisdom in Her decisions, but i will follow Her direction so that i may learn from Her. My soul is Hers, as bare to Her touch as ever my skin could be when i kneel naked and chained 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 the physical anguish i feel when Her cane caresses me with fire. i spend my days knowing that the energy and thought She puts into our relationship is as much for my benefit as for Hers, and look forward to each lovingly crafted scene that W/we have together.

Her part is much harder than mine, i know this and 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 man. 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 She who has that strength will i give myself fully, because i am strong and proud.