Trust, love, responsibility. Ownership.

she is mine. i feel her close. i feel the connection between us.

i hold the gift of her submission in my heart.

she gives herself to me. completely.

it's so paradoxical that by giving herself to me, without reservation, i free her to become who she wishes to be. she is absolved from all ?responsibility? for her actions, her desires, her pleasure and her pain. by giving up everything, by relinquishing all control over herself to me, making it appear as though she is a slave to me, she gains complete freedom.

she is not a slave, a word so incorrect in meaning. i don't know of the proper word, i'm not sure there is one. "Property" is close - she is my property in that she gives ownership of herself to me and I -own- her. But even that is only loosely correct.

She gains freedom by giving hers up. In a similar way, I take on the responsibility of owning her as property, of being responsible for her well being, her pleasure, her safety. On the surface, that's a huge responsibility. Yet, it's not. Caring for her is a labor of love - an immense responsibility and yet effortless. By owning her, I am freed from the normal wonder, during life or during loving, of "is this good for her?", "is she satisfied?", "will she freak out if i do/suggest this?". Instead, she becomes the instrument of my pleasure. Anything I choose to do to her, to her body, with her body, is mine to do. And she will gain pleasure from it, either directly or indirectly. Her pain is my pleasure and hers. Her pleasure is my pleasure, and at my pleasure.

Words don't do this relationship, this type of relationship, justice. Only those who have experienced one such as this can truly understand the nuances, the subtleties, the intricacies of the partnership. Those who haven't can only read the (completely inadequate) descriptions of words to gain even the slightest possible understanding of the ?completeness? of this relationship, this type of relationship. Those who can't understand the words will use as reference typical societal interpretations of "slave" and "owned" and "human property" and stand aghast at what appears to be such a medieval, cruel, archaic bondage.

Bondage??? It's -freedom- of the most complete sort. One party, the owned, gives up all control. Even I can only imagine how liberating that must be. The other party, the Owner, takes on ownership of another human, of the person they are most in love with. It requires complete trust of the Owner by the owned. And the Owner takes on the somber responsibility for everything that affects the owned.

For those romantics who dream of true love, as I have and did: you at least have an idea of what a real soul connection can be like, yet even the best of "true love" pales in comparison to this.

She, B, is my property. She has given herself to me. I own her.

I love her.