i am a submissive woman

I found this lovely poem on the Web -- a dedication from a submissive woman to her Master. A dedication of pure love. It’s anonymous -- so apologies to whoever owns the copyright. I would have asked for permission to publish, had I known whom to contact.


i find pleasure, joy, and fulfilment from being submissive
to my Master in a loving relationship.
i am not weak or stupid. i am a strong woman,
with firm views and a clear concept of what i want out of my life.
i do not serve out of shame or weakness, but out of pride and strength.


i will look to my loving Master for guidance and protection, for never
will i be more complete than when He is with me.
i know that He will protect my body, my mind, and my soul
with His strength and wisdom.


He is everything to me, as i am everything to Him.
His touch awakens me and His thoughts free me.
Only in serving Him do i find complete freedom and joy…
His punishments may be harsh, but i accept them thankfully,
knowing that He has my best interests always foremost in His mind.


if He desires my body for pleasure, i shall joyfully give it to Him
and take pleasure myself from knowing that i have brought Him happiness.


However, the pleasure of the flesh is but one facet of O/our relationship.
The love, the trust and sharing, the words spoken and felt,
those are all parts of this relationship.


My body is His, and if He says i am beautiful, then i am.
No matter what i look like to others, i am beautiful in His eyes,
and because of that i hold my head high.
if He says i am His precious jewel,
then i am that…a beautiful, sparkling gem.
if He says that i am His pet, His slut, His whore, then i am that..
as wanton and dirty as He wants me to be.


My mind is His, to expand, to explore, to know only as He can.
i have no secrets from Him… for secrets are a thing that would
keep me from being more perfectly His.
Secrets would put a wall up between my Master and myself…
and i do not want walls.


His lessons are not always ones i would seek on my own,
but they are lessons He has decided that i need, and so i learn from Him.
My soul is His, as bare to His touch as ever my skin could be
when i kneel naked at His feet.


Never a moment goes by when i do not feel His presence,
be He miles away or standing over me.
if i were to ever displease Him, His displeasure would be a blow to my soul,
worse punishment than any lashes could be.


The anguish of my soul that i feel when i disappoint Him
is harder to bear than any physical anguish i feel.
i am grateful that he cares enough about me to spend
His time and energy so freely on me.
i have the easier job, to feel, to experience,
to let myself go and abandon everything to Him.


i am His pleasure and His responsibility, and He takes both seriously .
i am a submissive woman.


i am proud to call myself that, my submission is a gift that i do not give lightly,
and can only be given to the One who can appreciate that gift and return it tenfold.


Only to my Master who has that strength, will i give myself fully,
because i am strong and proud.
i am a submissive woman.