Kindness

I could be a submissive but I prefer to be a slave.

A slave has a Master who controls it's life.

The slave is not a player. It takes its Master seriously and does as it is told. Master does not praise it often for being good but surely makes sure to tell it when it makes a mistake. No one is perfect but the slave better try really hard to be as perfect as possible.

It is not about self satisfaction but more about pleasing the Master.

A slaves needs are not important. The only important thing in a slaves life is that its Master is cared for and happy.

Why be a slave you might ask? Because he wants me to be!

Is fate a manifestation of desire plus a manipulation of one's environment.

Don't we control our life by making choices every minute of everyday?
What will I wear, where will I go, who will I see.

Then there is the reaction of those choices.

My coat was not warm enough, I loved going to the party, it was good to see John again. So we go through life knowing our fate.

But what if you decide you want to become a slave? Do you really want to give up the ability to manipulate your environment? Risking your fate for another's pleasure?

A slave should do this knowing that it's basic needs will be met. But that is all. Equality is nowhere in the equation. Your life exists only to serve at his/her pleasure. Nothing about you is within your realm. Everything is at the discretion of another.

Your fate is determined by our choices.

Choose wisely little ones!

My love, my soul, my breath. The keeper of my heart. Without him I die.
I would do anything for my Master. Anything!
My Master gives me guidance, punishment when needed and after I have satisfied him requires my release. Master loves me and tells me so often.  Master takes care of me!
He is all I need, I know this now.

"It's time, Master said to his slave. The slave girl knew what was expected of her. She was kneeling by her Masters chair and like the good slave that she was, she would obey her Master.
Slowly she got on her hands & knees making sure to crawl slowly to the dongune.
Would this please her Master? The slave girl wanted so much to see if Master was watching how carefully she moved.
Master said,"Go ahead little one, I am watching you and you are a good little slave girl but you must still feel the sting of my whip. For you see you must always be reminded that I am Master! I want you to be able to feel me with you even if we are not in the dongune. Therefore I must whip you and mark you." The slave replied "Will this please you, Master." Her Master said "Yes, slave girl it will please me!"
Once in the dongune the slaves Master bent her over the bench, making sure to bind her breast nice and tightly with the rope. This made the slave girl wiggle with antisipation. "Hold still!" Master said. "This is just the beginning." Since the slave was so out of control the Master tied the slaves hands to the bottom of the bench in front of her making it impossible for the slave girl to move. "That's better." her Master said. "Now tell me you love me." "Oh, Master, I love you."
"Now, beg me to whip you!" he said. "Please Master, I beg you. Whip me, Sir."  "Thats a good slave. Now raise your bottom and spread your legs. I want to see your wet pussy while I whip you." She compiled.
The master started slowly with soft stokes. The slave did not move. Then the whip came down harder striking her across the back. Then harder still across her bottom. The first signs of red started to show. Again and again he hit her. First on the left side and then on the right. Welts could be seen rising on the slaves skin. Master could hear the slightest wimper come from his slave. This made him smile. "Good little slave, your body was meant to be beaten." "Thank You, Sir" she said breathlessly.
 "Just a few more little one." he said and hit her again harder still.