I am more than just his slave, he owns me. My life revolves around his needs, wants and desires. Master controls every aspect of my life. Ownership is very real for us. I am his owned property. I do not get tell him what I am going to do. I do not get to change how things work around here. From the very beginning I knew how it would work. I agreed to his terms completely.
There are those that would argue that one individual cannot own another. I disagree with that. At least in our case. When I became Master’s slave, I gave up the life that I once knew. I handed my life over to him. My money goes into his account, he makes all decisions for me, he controls all that I do, my opinions are given only when asked for, and my obedience is the key thing. I never question his motives or how he wants things done or how he wants us to live. My life is his. I am his to do with as he sees fit.
Owned is what I am!
I have been thinking today. It takes so much effort in any kind of relationship to keep it going. It takes respect and understanding from both people. In this lifestyle is it harder to keep the relationship going? If the submissive is showing all the respect and not getting any back, will it work? Is it worth the effort to keep it going?
I think when two people are thinking about entering into a relationship they need to think think about things that they both want. They need to make sure that are compatible in all areas. If you start a relationship and get deep into it then realize that you don’t fit together like you thought you did, it might be harder to end things than in the beginning or harder to end than starting at all.
Just because we are submissive’s or slave’s, doesn’t mean that we don’t need to be heard. We are human and we have feelings. Respect and trust matters to us just as much as it does to anyone else.
My best friend is going through a really tough time and she is hurting. I really want to do something to help her, but all I can do is be here for her. I support her in what ever she decides. I just wish her Master and husband could see what he is doing. He thinks because he is her Master that all else just goes his way. He doesn’t care about her feelings and he doesn’t care what she is going through. He just wants to see numerous of women and she has to be okay with it. Now they have a baby and he isn’t changing one bit, nor is he willing to give up any of his ways. I hurt for her. My life hasn’t been what I want it to be, but I have made a decision to live with the way it is for now. But, I can change that if I get to that point. It’s harder for her, she has a baby now and she feels so alone, even with her Master there. She has now asked for a release and he has granted it. I feel so sad. I know she will be just fine. She is a very strong woman and she has so many wonderful things about her. I just wish things were different.
Regardless, I love her and I will never leave her side!
I never really gave this much thought before. I always felt like because I was Master’s slave that made me his property. But, the longer we were together the more I felt like his property, like I fully belonged to him in every sense of the word. Becoming his slave meant that I was to submit to him in every way and obey him. Being his property meant giving up everything that was mine and handing it over to him and knowing that I own nothing, everything is his. Master owns me. He makes all decisions, his word is final. I ask permission for just about everything. To me, that is more than being his slave. That is about being totally owned. He can use me any way that he sees fit and how he pleases. I have no say so in the matter. Property doesn’t own property is the way it works with Master.
There are others who see being a slave the same thing as being property. I just feel that being property is something deeper. I guess as far as terminology goes M/s is the same as O/p. Also there are those who will say that all the terms are just labels. It’s all in how you view it.
I am my Master’s slave and property. I am owned! Do you think that the two are interchangeable? Are they one in the same?
On Fetlife there is a group that someone started called YoLU. It stands for Year Of Living Uncomfortably. It’s like a journey. A journey of not letting our fears own us and not letting others define us, and becoming who we want to be. it’s about stepping out of our boxes and testing our own boundaries and limitations. In discomfort we grow! So this is the start of my YoLU. My youngest daughter left for college a few weeks ago and I am adjusting to not having kids in the house for the first time since I was 19 years old. It’s hard to believe that my children are grown and on their own. I am enjoying the breathing room, but at the same time its bitter-sweet. Master and I are now for the first time able to be who we are fully. We are able to have our rituals and protocols out in the open. That feels really good. I am going to try to start going to some munches and meet some people and make some friends. I feel like I don’t have that in my life and it would be good to have others to talk to and be active with. I am also going to use this time to try to lose some weight. I really need to. I think I would feel so much better about myself and I am sure Master would like it if I would. My life has dramatically changed. I just hope I can move forward in the way that I want to. Its going to be a challenge!
I believe that Master and I have really good communication skills. We are able to talk about a lot of things. We even have the occasional argument, sometimes even heated arguments. Then, I feel really bad about arguing with him or having words, because I am his slave and it’s not my place to fight and argue with him. And, I usually have to deal with the after shock. Meaning there are consequences for my actions. What got me to thinking about this was an incident that happened last night. My neighbor called the police on her husband last night. They had a heated argument over money and she called the police. There was no violence involved just the argument. She didn’t like the way her husband was handling their money situation was all this was over. He had been giving money to their church every week and had kept it from her. Is that a reason to call the police? I think not.
If I had even dreamed about calling the police, our relationship would be over. If I told Master what he could or couldn’t do with his money then there would not be a dynamic between us. Does he ask me what I think about what he is going to spend it on sometimes, yes he does. But, the decision is all his. And I prefer it that way. But, I think we communicate very well. We don’t hide anything from each other and we have never felt the need to. I am very glad that we have the dynamic that we do. It makes things so much easier.
The times that things have gotten overly heated with words, we know that we just need a little space and we each go do something. I may go to the bedroom and journal he may go outside to his shop. Then when we have cooled off we talk.
How do you deal with anger in your relationship? Do you argue or fight? How do you deal with those kinds of feelings?
Being the masochist that I am, I love to feel many different types of implements on my body. For me, its a way to let stress out or just the need to feel the pain. I can’t explain that need, but it is something that has been a part of me for a very long time. I also like to think that when I am receiving the pain, I am taking the strokes for my Master. Over the years the more he has given, the more I have taken. I trust him to know where he can take me. The sting, the burn, the hurt, it’s such a wonderful feeling for me.
Recently, I have had the desire to go a little further. I want to know just how much I can with stand. I want to know just how far Master will go and much Master is willing to give. I want to wear his deep marks. I want to know what it feels like to be brought to the edge of no return with him and have the bruises and markings to show for it. Master has never had that kind of session with me. Maybe one day I will know what that is like. I yearn for his markings on my body, to take that pain for him. To submit to him in that way I would imagine would be magical.
This morning Master ended up not having such a good morning. It just seemed like nothing he was trying to do work wise was working out and then some other things were going wrong. It was just one of those mornings. He went outside for awhile to clear his mind. When he came back in, he told me to meet him in the bedroom. I was quite confused. But, I did as I was told and I went to the bedroom. Once he got to the bedroom he looked at me and told me to lay across the bed and present him my ass. So…I did. He told me he needed to take out some frustration and he just needed me to lie there and take it. No moving around, no complaining, just serve him by saying thank you Master after each stroke. Now you have to realize that we haven’t played or done a scene in FOREVER and I have needed a release for a long time. So, I didn’t hesitate. Although, I did feel that I was serving him by just letting him do what he needed to do to. I will serve him in any way that he needs me to or wants me to. I am here to bring him peace. But, at the same time I am so smiling on the inside!
First came the belt for a warm up, then the dreaded cane. I loved every minute of it and did not want it to end. I hope I have made Master feel some what better or at least served him in a way that my devotion showed.