I’m on a wonderful little discussion group female slaves and submissives. One of the things I like about it is that it is just “us gals” and because of that, everyone trys to let their guard down and opens up in the discussions.

Recently, one of the questions asked of the group was like this: What was something challenging for you to surrender?  Did you realize that after the surrender, the rewards were, and did the memories of these help make the next steps of surrender a little easier? 

For me, one of the first and toughest challenges for me to surrender in order to become His Property was to let go of my things. I was thirty years old and spent most of my adult life on my own. Being a fluffy lady who challenged the status quo by making it into a upper management position for a fashion retail chain, I was proud of my battles and had collected a few things that filled my apartment to remind me of the battles that I had won.

Not only those mementos, but just the usual things a single lady collects to fill her apartment and to amuse herself while looking for that master of her dreams. So I had lot of things I needed to get rid of. Things that I was attached to. My soon to be Owner had said I was only allowed to come to Him with what I could carry on to an aircraft. Basically two suitcases and one small box.

Family Concerns

It’s not as bad as it may sound. Even if my family had started to get worried that I may have gotten tangled up into some kind of a west coast cult. I was getting rid of a lot of things to move west to live with a man they never met. I was hurridly asking family and friends f they wanted them or piling them up and getting the carts to carry them down the street to the chairty store on the cormner.

My soon to be owner and I had been talking steadily for the past thirty days. He really wanted to have His own slave, but was certain He wanted nothing to do with a girlfriend and all the baggage that comes with it. He didn’t NEED a slave, but wanted one. So if I was certain we were meant for reach other and that I was serious about becoming property, then property doesn’t need a moving van of stuff to move in to her Owner’s house.

The first ten days I spent living with Him after we met, I found i really didn’t need or want for anything. i was naked 90% of the time. He had everything a good slave could want or need to serve her Master and live a good life.

But its that emotional attachment we always give to things we posses. When in reality, a majority of what we own is crap!

I occasionally am allowed a little TV time and have seen those shows where people go out and live in a tiny house. Basically its a small camper on blocks! But they live in it full time. I had to go through what they went through. Taking everything you own, piece by piece. Holding it, looking at it and giving it a value. Stay or go. Then you do it a few more times as the “stay” pile gets smaller and smaller. Finally you have only the things that really mean something to you. The family pictures and mementoes from those people who you hold near and dear to your heart.

At this point, I do need to make one confession that made this all a little easier. My soon to be Owner, told me He would buy whatever clothing He thinks that I needed when I get there. So I didn’t need to pack clothing. I would arrive wearing my best bra and panty set and a skirt and blouse. Why pack anything more? I would be naked starting almost as soon as I arrived! That helped give me room in the suitcase. Btw. I was also allowed one small box of personal items as well. he did give me that bonus!

Realizing the Magnitude of My Decision

I know, reading this now, it sounds like I was getting ready to go to prison or something. Now I guess, I understand why my family was so concerned. I really did get rid of a lot of things! And it did stress me out. I mean, I knew I was making the right decision and that I wasn’t coming back a failed slave. So I knew I didn’t need all the things I surrounded myself with.

Yet I still had that little voice in the back of my head was still there telling me “what if?” On that final day before boarding the plane, all I really had for clothing is what I was wearing. Chiffon Blouse, jean skirt, lace bra, and matching panties. Almost everything else was gone. So what if this failed?

I guess I was at that point where it wasn’t going to matter. if I failed to impress my new Owner, then I deserved to return with just what I left with. I would need to start over anyway and that I would have wanted to remove anything that gave me memories of my life of a wanting slave.

Over the previous thirty days, I had some serious, wonderful as well as deep conversations with this man. I mean deep and long. Prior to that, I spent almost two weeks being His no-limits nude slave and He really worked me, pushed me to see where my limits were. So I knew that He knew what He was getting in me. I knew what I was getting into. The feelings were really unlike any feelings for a man or for me becoming His slave than I ever had before. This was really a new level of trust that i was developing. So I told that voice to be quiet for at least a few weeks!

So yes, that was my biggest struggle to get over and the rewards, as stated, were so well worth the efforts, the lost nights of sleep, and the panic attacks I and my family were having as I was shedding my old life, preparing to start a new one as a slave. I was, so I thought, giving up, sourrendering my freedom to be His proeprty. Now I undertand I was giving Him me so that I could have my freedoms.

I was and I have been His property from the moment I landed and I will remain His property until He tells me to leave. After that, almost everything else was a breeze. Once I realized this was really what I wanted and that it was real, I was happier than I had been in a long long time. And I am still happy I made that move, I made those sacrifices.

Thank you