sienna sub of DarkSensualily's blog: "Submissive"

I am a dominant man. I am just that. I am not dominant because of any superiority on my part. Not because I feel I am more intelligent, or wiser. I am not dominant because of the strength or mass of my body. I am not, nor would I want to be dominant with all women. Yet to you, I am Master. I am your Master only after earning your trust and I embrace your submissiveness. I have looked into your heart and mind and clearly see your desires and passions. You have thrown away your fears and inhibitions. You tell me of the needs of your heart and body. You have given me total access to your soul, and I accept the responsibility and honor. You are a woman. You are not weak or inferior because of it. You are a treasure to be cherished. We are not equal. I have the strength of body and mind and the instinctive need to protect, possess, defend and provide for you. You are a woman and instinctively stronger of will and heart. Your belief in me gives me courage and direction. Your strength disperses my doubt. Your needs and desires encourage and give purpose to my efforts. We are not equal. We are halves of a whole. We compliment each other and make each other complete. My desire to dominate you is instinctive. It is not to degrade you nor is it degrading to you because you are secure in being totally feminine. We each recognize and accept our worth, and our need for someone to trust and fulfill our needs. You are sure, strong and proud in your womanhood. You do not submit as acceptance of inferiority, but from strength and passion. You expect a man to stand strong and be a man. You desire and flourish in the strength and control of a man. In return you present control of your body, unqualified trust and honesty, and the faithfulness of your heart. You submit because I have earned your trust. Because I have opened my heart and soul to you. Because I have listened to your words with my ears and heart and have learned to anticipate your needs and emotions. And because I have proven worthy in your eyes, you have given me the only true treasure of life; you have given me dominance over you. What you give is not abnormal, but pure, natural and the rarest gift a woman give a man. You have given me complete and unshakable assurance of your commitment to me. Your submissiveness is a magnificent gift and sacred responsibility. I accept this from you with humility and joy. I understand the rarity and purity of this gift. I recognize it is your body and soul, your heart and mind. I dominate you only because you have allowed it. I dominate only because you have allowed me to and when I see your body kneel before me, in my mind and heart you are raised above all other woman, and all the treasures of the earth. What you give freely can not in reality be bought

I am his slave. Though I don't wear high heels, or vacuum the rugs in a French maids outfit, or clean the oven in the nude. I am his slave, yet I'll engage in spirited banter, even firey at times. And yes, he'll hear the word no from me on occasions. Perhaps even be asked if he's out of his mind with whatever the idea is. Please don't tell me I have no limits, or ideas of my own. I am his slave. Even so, it is unlikely that you could tell that if you saw me in the grocery store. No collar will you see, no latex or leather, no tattoo on my neck of some mysterious barcode. Just another woman, wandering round the store in every day clothes, tennis shoes, coupons or list in one hand, trying to decide what to make for dinner. I am his slave, but you might disagree. What makes me claim this, you might well cry. You seem so free, unchained, released, how can one such as you be bound by steel, or rules. I don't see you kneel. So what makes me utter this claim, those words so powerful, yet untrue in the eyes of many. I am his slave, for I knelt at his feet, begging with heart, mind and soul for the collar in his hand. I accept his discipline, guidance and yes, love. I feel complete within the chains of his strength, the steel in his eyes that bind me into a freedom I cannot competently explain. I feel free, bound by his rules. Free to to be honest with how I feel towards him. I am his slave, because he says so. And that is all that is needed. So though you might disagree, shake your head in wonder or disgust, I ask you this. Who are you to impose your boundaries on my heart, my mind, my soul. I have not given you that right. You sparked no need or desire to kneel in me, to serve, to plead, or beg. To bring the flogger to you with tears in my eyes. Think what you will, for yours is not the will or word that holds me, for I am HIS slave