Poems and musings of a slave

Let my hands always be ready to serve him as he sees fit
Let my ears always be ready to hear his commands and sweet words
Let my mind be open to new possibilities and opportunities
Let my feet always allow him to lead and be a half a step behind and beside him
Let my eyes always be respectful and loving in their gaze upon him
Let my body surrender itself to his desires and needs
Let my arms always be ready to take his embrace and to submit to being bound
Let my neck always be bared and proud to accept his collar of ownership
Let my heart always be there to comfort him in his times of need
Let my soul always be there to bring light to his darkness and to give him strength when he needs it
Let my voice always be pleasing in speech patterns to his ears and represent him in a satisfactory way.
Let my home be his home and please him in its sight and atmosphere
Let me be everything he could ever want or need in a slave and give me the patience and grace to accept punishment and guidance when he deems it necessary.
All of this, all of me, all that is mine, all of it is all his. His to love, cherish, command, punish, guide, build up, use, take, make love to.... all his, forever his!