For my Domina

Is she any less of my Domina because she doesn’t call me her slave?

Is acknowledgement by words or by actions?

Does a Domina not know when she has a slave?

Or does the slave have to point it out to the master?

To go through life constantly searching

For that significant half of yourself

The ying to your yang, the bitter to your sweet

At what point does one know they have found IT?

I met a woman

A mother, a child, a sister, a friend

In her arms I found completeness

In her home I found slavery

Many men have fought to be free

None of them found it sweet

But I want to go into slavery

But only at my Domina’s feet

My Domina demands the best from me

And grants the best to me.

As a slave, do I mind sharing her affection?

I do, but what slave who loves their master

Would ever dare to go against them?

My Domina owns and controls me,

She doesn’t say it, but she shows it

All she has to do is say the word

And I shall be on my knees ready to receive it.

A slave is to do their masters bidding

Even when the bid makes no sense

And the words tear apart and decapitate

A master is always head and the slave the neck

None can exist without the other

My Domina induces, soothes and protects me from pain

Her every stroke a kindling of my fires

Her protection and soothing demeanor is my saving grace

Can any slave ask for a better master?

My domina owns me but she doesn’t know it

Her anger and frustration are my drive

Her unfailing courage and strength my anchor

Her every desire my wish and command.

My Domina knows not she has a slave in me

She neither uses nor abuses me (but she does humiliate me)

And sometimes neglects my very existence

She marked me as her own but now doesn’t remember.

Domina,

I am your slave

I live to serve and grant all your commands

I have no desire to leave your side and find another

Will you leave me unused and untended

Like the dying embers of a deserted camp fire?

Shall I heat the branding iron

That your mark of ownership may be stamped on my forehead?

I do not wish to die a slave with no master,

Nor continue to live without the joy of serving you

I only wish to do as you wish me to do

To be one of the many would be better

Than to be none at all.

No special requests, just that you love me like the rest

If I prove to be the best

I will still desire to only serve at your feet

If I can’t be the best,

I will strive not to detest

But to keep giving you my best.

Master, I beg that you may grant

My entry into your service

For what is a slave without a master?

And what is a master without a good enough slave?