What do you think of this? mastersir:masterpet:Nothing I own nothing. I am a slave. Many t
What do you think of this? mastersir: masterpet: Nothing I own nothing. I am a slave. Many things have changed since I accepted consensual slavery. Many things I took for granted. My possessions were once my property. The iPad I love so much and use all the time, my books, my clothes, all things that I enjoy, I once owned. No longer. I own nothing. Master owns me, and owns everything in my life. Whatever I have is His, and I am permitted to use it. From the use of the car, the furniture, my clothes, my toothbrush, everything is His. He rarely denies me any reasonable request. Rarely isn’t never. Sometimes He says ‘no’, to emphasize the point that I own nothing. It’s the same with my body. It’s not mine, really, not any more. He is free to do with me as He pleases. Let’s not get into the pointless discussion about ‘what if he wants to cut off your hand’. It’s really quite silly. Being told that my body is to be maintained to His standards does emphasize that it’s not my body at all. That He plans to take me shopping and buy all my work clothes to meet His standards, or that I can pretty much forget having a bush ever again are some easy examples. The thing is, I am completely all right with this. I accept my status as a slave. I accept His control over me is total. I do more than accept it, I relish it. I own nothing. I am a slave. ~Pet The last line before the end that starts “The thing is,…..” rings true to a verse in the sonnet that I intend to use as My wedding vows. ”I love you without complexities or pride, so straight forwardly, that I know no other way than this, that your hand on My chest is My hand, so close that when you close your eyes; I fall asleep.” Big browny points to the girl that can name the sonnet in My ask box without goggling the text. ;) –Master Remus -- source link
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