The Meaning of Being Fully Owned...

The meaning of being fully owned…

Begins with slave rules. The reality is sinking in little by little. It was more emotional than I thought, receiving them. At first I did not even read them…just held them in my hands letting a sudden wave of surrender waft over me.

Symbolically I felt a leather collar slide around my neck with the end slipping through each notch as it was pulled tightly to my neck. One more link one more step to full submission. I am giving my Master control over all aspects of my life and my body.

I *am* scared. How does anyone ever make this decision quickly or casually? I almost forget to breathe!

These are my first slave rules…to be added to over time as my Master decides. As is his way...he reels me in slowly. Tugging on the leash just enough to let me know who is in control, as I release more and more to him.

This is my response to his slave rules for me. Which are listed below my responses with his permission.

I have always known that his domination of me would include sexual aspects. I *am* a sexual woman and something would be missing for me in my submission if that were not a part of it.

Part of this control means I cannot touch him in the ways a vanilla woman might. Not without permission anyway. It can be frustrating; however it has its upside. I can flirt and flirt and flirt outrageously. Side long glances, move my body just so...take a bit longer to bend over perhaps...look at him a couple seconds longer than necessary. Move my body softly up into his...subtle but powerful. Move my hand along his thigh...place a kiss to his shoulder...his chest. Smile a smile no human male could resist, to name just a few.

My cell phone has become somewhat of a pseudo leash. It’s a comfort to me that he has the power to call me anytime and expect me to answer no matter where I might be.

I do accept his punishments although I hate them. I hate knowing I have not been pleasing. It’s often worse than the punishment. I do tell and expose myself when I have done something I should not have. Mostly because I have this wicked guilt complex that will not rest until I do.

My trust is constantly pushed to its limits to make for new limits and further submission. Things that seem so simple a task turn out to be so much more. Intended or not by him, to be a test of trust. And this last time I just exhaled and let go... figuratively falling back into him not knowing whether or not he would catch me...actually not expecting him to, and yet there he was. Knowing what my limits once were he did not let me fall into the possibility of humiliation. Yet I fell because he asked me to. The wonderful surprise is that he *was* there …waiting …patient...expectant. My submission took two steps forward that night.

It’s terribly erotic knowing I keep my body shaved for my Master’s use. Enough said on that rule. *smiles*

It is a huge struggle still at times knowing I have given him the power over my cutting of myself. It’s such a deeply personal thing. And it makes me feel very helpless knowing I have given that to him. There have been a couple times I think I have requested it back. Times when I was afraid that he would use that power to hurt me emotionally. Maybe use it to control me. Maybe Keep it from me when I might beg and beg for it. Like a drug addict doing anything for that next fix. He has never done that, in fact the exact opposite has happened. He watches me and notices when I am highly stressed and needing that release.

I love the way my body feels when the flogger has been unforgiving. When the softness of the sheets or my blouse rub against the marks and cuts. It takes my mind back to him and his control of my pain and pleasure.

I accept completely that my Master has other relationships outside of ours. My respect is such that even though I can call him, I don’t/wont. It is not my place to assume he wishes to hear from me. He will let me know when he wants me. I don’t get jealous and I am unendingly patient. Weeping and wailing would not get me the attention I crave anyway. And that is not the relationship I want. He has a life and love outside of us. I love him enough to want that for him. I want whatever or whomever that is.

The last rule I consider his way of saying. “And remember I love you”


My slave rules:
1. I am a slave to my Master, and the primary function in my life is to serve, obey, and please him. He is a sexual man, and so my every interaction is to be tinged subtly or overtly with my sexuality, showing it off for him in my manner, my dress, and my words. My clothing, always of good taste, will be chosen to be pleasing to his eye, whether in a professional, casual, vanilla, or lifestyle environment.

2. I worship my Master and my Master’s body, and whenever I touch or kiss his body will do so in a way to let him feel the depth of that worship. I will reinforce my sense of worship by kissing his boots each night before I go to bed and saying goodnight to him aloud whether he is there or not. I worship my Master’s cock, and I will treat it with reverence, never touching it or his balls unless he has given me explicit permission.

3. My Master protects me and keeps me safe, in ways that are not even always known to me. I will always have my phone with me and will always respond if he calls me, for he respects the other parts of my life and if his call intrudes on one of those other parts it is because it is important for him to speak with me. If I am at work and unable to answer, I will return his call immediately when I am able.

4. I will accept all discipline and punishments my Master may impose without complaint. His punishment of me is a sign of how deeply he cares for me and for my status as his slave. I will confess every transgression to him, because I know that if he discovers that I have attempted to keep a transgression hidden from him, it will cause him deep and profound disappointment in me as his slave that will be far worse than any punishment he may impose.

5. I am always in submission to my Master, whether he is present or not, ready to please him at any time, in any place, under any circumstances, regardless of who may be present. It is he who judges how to keep me safe, protect my reputation and his, and I trust his judgment.

6. I shall never remove the anklet that I wear, except for the most brief and minor of instances, for it is a symbol of his true ownership of me.

7. I will take as much pride in myself and my body as my Master does, and my bearing and manner will reflect the same confidence in myself that my Master has in me. I will keep my body healthy and fresh and pleasing, for he owns my body and its appearance is a testament to the honor I that I show him.

8. I will keep my pussy shaved for my Master, and when I shave it for him I will remind myself that I keep it shaved not for my own pleasure or comfort but because he owns it and wishes nothing, not even the hair of my body, to keep it hidden from him.

9. I give my Master control over my cutting, and I trust that he understands the true scope of this gift of control to him. I will keep a razor blade close to me that is my Master’s blade, to be used by me as his blade only if the need is overwhelming. If I need to use it without him, I will do so without shame, but will tell him that I have used it at the first opportunity by moving my rose. I will never cut myself with any blade that has not been identified as his blade.

10. I give my Master control over my sexuality, and will accept whatever restrictions he places on me to have sex with others or to pleasure myself. Whether my body is to feel satisfied or aroused, no matter how intense or deep the hunger is his decision and his alone. I will not have sex with any man, orally or vaginally, before I meet him.

11. All my choices shall be based on whether or not they will please my Master.

12. When my Master speaks, even if I am speaking, I will fall immediately silent so that I am able to listen to his every word.

13. I worship my Master’s whip, flogger, and knife. I wear his marks on my body with pride and will gladly suffer his use of those instruments for I know that he will not use them ever to cause any permanent damage to my body, but instead to share the deepest parts of ourselves with each other.

14. I accept that my Master’s relationship with me is one of multiple relationships that he has, and I will always respect those other relationships with as much conviction as each of us respects our relationship together, taking no action to cause conflict within them.

15. I have no limits with my Master, and I trust him to explore them and to take me past them only when he thinks both that it is important and that I am ready.

16. My Master is always with me. No one has the power to cause within me any real fear, anxiety, or distress. If someone does cause such feelings within me, they will be fleeting, for I need only feel his anklet around my ankle, his collar around my neck, or his marks on my body to know that I am his cherished slave and that life is peaceful and content so long as he and he alone is pleased with me.