This is a writing on fetlife that i wrote over a year ago.
My submission is a gift. A choice of my own free will.
A sub culture of slavehood. A decision based on pure need.
My submission is a progression of learned desires, of unrelenting tasks, of never ending thoughts of making my Masters life better.
My submission is heart felt, torn from my innermost fantasies and emotions. It’s a fire that burns, a longing that itches, a thrust into the depths of my soul.
My submission encompasses in its entirety through every fabric of my life. My social standing and my dreams are now entwined with another’s desires.
My submission is a gift