Slavery is not solely about sexual gratification, much to many peoples dismay. i absolutely adore the excitement and arousal in which Master provides me with whenever He sees fit but i _love_ the affection, commitment, friendship and ownership in which He offers me everyday.

i believe it is essential for a slave to appreciate her Master and to show such affection and admiration daily. One of the greatest downfalls to any relationship is a lack of gratitude towards one another and i believe my Masters deserves to see, feel, taste, touch and smell how grateful i am each every day for the treasures He provides me with.

Very recently, and i do mean very, i met a gentleman whose smile sparkled through an entire room. He has an aura that fills a space with a sense of quiet playfullness. i completely admit i was taken with his presence and immediately i felt a likeness with him. We continued our conversation during my lunch break and later after work. i was in awe that i met a person of similar interests, similar lifestyle interests and that i felt completely relaxed in discussing the naughtiness that is me. As we continued to share i became consumed with a pulsating desire to speak of Master.

i wanted this gentleman, (who i shall name “Mr. New Balance or NB for short”), to know Master, to know of the love i have for Master, to know of my ownership. i wanted to shout to the moon, to the mountains, to the crushing waves, that i am owned, that i am loved and that i am the luckiest slave in the whole wide world because i have an amazing Master. As my journey with NB continued during the early evening i came to understand myself, my slaveness on a more intimate level and i was reminded, (not that i _ever_ needed reminding), just how blessed i am to be owned by Master.

While visiting with NB i called Master to wake Him, to give Him kisses and to express to Him how special i feel being His slave. After i said goodnight to Master, NB smiled; a smile that would light up the sky, as he expressed that he could hear how much i love Master. i felt such pride that NB heard my devotion to Master and i suddenly became aware at just how deep i want Master proud of His cunt slave.

i have always wanted to share the intimacy of my slaveness; i was just scared. my fear is falling though and tenderly being replaced with an urgency to be me; me without borders.

i am the luckiest slave in the whole wide world.
i vow to be grateful for Master and to ensure He knows i appreciate Him, value Him and worship Him, always.

~Masters devoted owned slave