I own a slave and am negotiating with a second. I have always had a special fondness for slaves. Although I play with many people, it is only the rare slave whom I will collar. (I played with my current almost nine months before I offered her a collar) I find most often those who identify as slaves to be my most natural and desirable counterparts.Back to the Erotic Writings PageI adore the many benefits and responsibilities of Ownership, from the simple pleasure of stroking her hair while her head rests on my knee as she sits at my feet, to the dedication on both our parts to enhancing one another's life...A slave is a pleasure to behold..she is at peace with her place of Owned Property...she is at peace with herself, filled with the kind of contentment one gains when reaching the place one most desires to be in life...
A slave is both a vessel for my creativity, guidance, and desire, as she is a fountain of her own unique gifts. she is both the seductive chattel and the diligent domestic. I am both the granter of all earthly pleasures and the deliverer of correction. We are like one creature, so delicate is the symbiosis betwixt us...I can posess no greater pefection than the contented slave. Nothing speaks louder of my love and skill than her own gentle smile lighting up the world...
A slave so often seems to be driven by the harshest of Taskmistresses--her own inner drive to be perfect. she seeks the pinnacle of each act, and is more harsh with herself for falling short than I could ever be. she is strong and moves through the outer world with a fierce determination to reach each of her goals...she directs others so well, one mightn't guess she is at her core a submissive (But who has not witnissed the awesome power of the determined submissive?)
she is obedient by nature, it seems to cause her a profound almost physical pain when she notes the slightest disobedience in herself let alone in the letter or spirit of my Law. On those few occations, she has strayed purposefully from my commands, she expects swift and harsh punishment to erradicate her own guilt over so falling short.
I find in myself the need to shape, the need to guide and direct her. It is an act of control over my environment to which we negotiated for a given period. she lives away from me, by my preference, but wears her collar at all times (she does not have a key to the lock and would have to cut it off to remove it). she considers her actions guided by a rigid code of honor and is bound more tightly by her sense of right and wrong than ever I might bind her with my tightest encasement...
I adore slaves, I am enamored by their spirit and do so take joy in the posession of such a perfect heart as beats in the breast of the dedicated slave. I spell out the terms of my desire in a contract, she in her acceptance of it and of the marks she proudly bears of mine like the black-red kiss of the cane's welt. I am a perfectionist as well, driving myself and her, each towards her own unique life-goals...I can imagine little in my future save the desire to surround myself with well-trained and contented Property...
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