How does one begin to describe the culmination of each and every desire that runs through her that has been captured like a young rose as its petals first begin to bloom by a Master. Thousands of thoughts like images flutter through my mind that I want to share with you, yet until you have experienced them yourself, you may understand their concepts but never the depths of emotions that run through a slave that is owned.

Many do not understand, or attempt to understand the Master/slave relationship. It is not purely sexual. It is as mental and emotional, as it is physical. I did not understand it until it happened to me. It is not about "control" as this girl feels it. It is not about dominance and beatings of a Dom on what he owns. It is about me - the slave. It is about giving up control - giving anything and everything within myself to please him.  I hold the power.  Not he.

When Master calls my name, my soul lights up. When he caresses my face, my heart skips a beat. When I have done something that causes him displeasure, or sadness, or to be angry, a part of me dies inside, not from the fear of his discipline (and at times it can be quite harsh), but the simple fact that I displeased him. He is everything to me.

I hate this fire that burns inside of me so much at times I feel I am losing my mind as well as the soul that he already owns. He casts me aside for others. He breaks promises. He doesn't mean too. It just happens; and I as a slave continue to love him, to need him, to want and desire him even though I scream inside at his actions, I can only reply "yes, Master I understand Master." I hate this part of myself that I can not control. The belly. The bond that I have with him that keeps me running to him time and time again even though I should have begged for release long ago.

That is the most difficult part of being a slave - the giving up control of my emotions when I can not, try as I might, keep that one little corner of my soul for myself. It is simply not possible. He consumes me, even when I am cast aside for others, or that he becomes busy with tasks that keeps me waiting for nothing more than him to call my name, a small caress, a joke, anything! I hate this burn, this need that is deep inside of me. I hate that I can not change it, control it, master it. Sometimes I want to run like a screaming banshee and stomp my foot and really give him apiece of my mind about the way he treats me. Silence is a slave's best friend. Is my anger, my hatred of my belly or his actions, more important than he being in my life is? No.

Slaves are unique as is their relationships with their Masters. I can only speak for myself, of my desires, of my weaknesses, of my emotions experienced at the foot of my Master. Slavery means giving everything I have to someone - giving up control of my body, my soul, my wants. It means putting his wishes, commands, desires before my own. It does not mean that I am a doormat. I am a slave because it is simply what I am. I am helpless. Slavery means giving complete trust to Him that he will protect me and bring about desires lying inside of me that I don't even know I have that bring pleasure to him through me.

What is a slave? It is the culmination of every desire, every intelligent thought, every sensual caress, pain, jealousy, silence, passion, tears, hate, enchantment, discipline, hurt, laughter, honesty, and love presented as a gift to Another in total and absolute trust.