twicehappy
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Normally I do not even read, much less respond to ask a Mistress. But my Mistress (Shifted Jewel) knew the post here by Suspicioussub would rile my ire to the point of ..... Ok, lets just say before she read it to me she turned to my Master (Scooter Trash) and asked him to hold me down while she read it to me. To begin with i can only define myself. I cut this from another thread entitled defining yourself (from my own post). I call myself a slave. I am a slave. I have surrendered all that I am, all control, to my Master, ScooterTrash and my Mistress, ShiftedJewel. How am i defining "slave" then? This is from the definition of "slave" in the second edition of the Oxford English Dictionary: "One who is the property of, and entirely subject to another person, whether by capture, purchase or birth; a servant completely divested of freedom and personal rights.” I include those who choose to become as such described in this definition. When i say "slave", i mean literal slave, defined in this way. This is just the everyday definition of "slave" that everyone grows up with, and it doesn't include the role play slaves you sometimes meet elsewhere in BDSM. quote:
from what i have seen, heard and experienced, and basically from what i see, a slave is a doormat A doormat? Where are you meeting these slaves? At the Home Depot? I am owned by the House PhoenixRisen. The last thing i am here is a doormat. I am a greatly loved, very respected, vitally important, fully contributing member of this family. My owners care for me exceptionally well. I am clothed, fed, housed, equally with all other family members. They do not “walk” on me, but rather expect and receive truly loving service from a slave’s heart. They ask for, listen to and give careful consideration to my opinions and thoughts. Naturally all final decisions rest with them, they are in control, as it should be, as I asked for and accepted it would be when I took their collar. quote:
not allowed to have a brain or think for themselves or have an opinion No brain? Well let’s see, I was a hospice nurse for 18 years. During that time I received many awards for the quality of my care, taught CNA’s to work in the field and supervised other nurses in their duties. I have an IQ of 156. When I retired from this due to an injury I began building custom Harley‘s, something I picked up from my previous Master who is now deceased. During this time I raised my children, ran a farm, and rebuilt an 1802 stone farm house on my own. I have also competed for the last 22 years as an off road motorcycle racer. Now I am, aside from normal day to day household upkeep, helping to rebuild the beautiful old Victorian home Master and Mistress own. Gee, imagine what I could have accomplished if I only possessed a sufficient cerebellum. Most owners value and prefer an intelligent slave. Have an opinion, After you read this go check out the threads I’ve started. I definitely have an opinion. And, given my owners permission or asked, voice it rather succinctly. quote:
personally i believe a slave is someone that has lost strength of character Lost strength of character? I given all I just wrote I feel it is fairly safe to state I have never lost my strength of character. Bear in mind I was in a collar while I accomplished all that I have and continue to accomplish. I wonder if you can conceptualize the kind of strength it takes to be a slave. quote:
just can't be bothered with lifes battles and trials and tribulations, so hands it all over to someone else to deal with instead Serving them, loving them provides me with the opportunity to know them, connect with them, see the flames of their passion, experience the intensity of their minds. MY owners protect and guide me; they feed my heart and soul. Being at their feet provides me with a deeper intimacy. A tremendous heart baring, fully exposed, mind, body, and soul, unique type of love. Every detail of who and what I am lies naked before them, and they celebrate and love this, this whole of me, as I am. Being held safe, secure, fast in their collar frees me to grow, prosper and flower as an individual and a slave. These are the reasons I handed control over to them. Not because I cannot fight or deal with life’s battles.
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