So i’m sitting here this morning trying to think of something to write and so i’ve decided to write on what i think it means to be a slave or well, how i view my slavery. Right or wrong, well, it is what it is and as always i have a long way to go as i am still new to my servitude.

i am continually amazed at how natural my transition has been. It’s as natural as breathing for me which is something of a surprise to me as i have always been in control of everything in my life since the age of 17. i thought that it would be more difficult to give up areas of control but once i started down this path in life it was easy and natural to give up that control. Of course it helps emensely that i found a wonderful Master who accepted my service.

As a slave, i have no rights but those that my Master grants me. This includes…well, everything. The right to His time is not mine, if He wishes to spend time with someone else, there is nothing that is my right to do. If He wishes not to speak to me, again, it is not my right to demand to be spoken to. If there are thing that i am uncomfortable with, it is not my right to refuse. It is not my right to be used, either sexually or in a domestic capacity. Everything that i am granted is at the will of my Master.

At times, this can be a very difficult thing to deal with, especially on those days when one craves notice and attention and none is forth coming. But it is at those time when one must redirect one’s perception of your world. And there is the key, it is no longer “your” world, but His world that matters. Keeping your focus on that one thing can greatly increase not only your happiness but His as well. Because a happy Master will make for a happy slave, just as much as a happy slave will make for a happy Master.

Okay, not sure my title fits anymore but this is where my mind rambled today.