Recently on Fetlife, A nice man sent me a message that talked about my blog here as well as what I post on Fetlife and Humbled Females. He stated that “your capacity to go “beyond” gives a similar consent a rather different outcome, which is my terms is almost a fantasy world.”

He went on to talk about consenting to nonconsenting. Meaning once I gave my owner consent to use me, He never needed to ask again. “Congratulations to your owner (and to your pre-consented self) for achieving such a status quo. I think it must be rare.”

Yes, I realize that being a 100% owned slave and living what was once a dream of mine, is a rare occurrence. I have met only a handful of other women who really lived the slave lifestyle 24/7/365 as I do.

Please do not read that as bragging. This is not an easy feat for the Owner or the slave. As well, I am unable to have children. So it is a little easier for me, then most other women, to dedicate all my energy into serving one person with 100% of my energy and focus.

So reading His letter and then crafting a rather lengthy response to Him, I decided to bring that response over here where I could get a little more indepth. I also wanted your feedback on what I wrote.

My Response Expanded

Thank you so very much for that letter, Sir.
You have an interesting question that I think others have tried to ask me but they never had the wording so right as you have.

I do believe for them, it is more the built-in desire to not offend a female when talking about submission. Many men have it beat into them by the feminist BS, that they have to be so nice in the wording. I like it when you can ask a question point-blank! I can take it!

Please let me explain.
When I met my Owner, the one thing that we seemed to really click on together is the desire to see how far we could take our desires. How fulfilled we could be on our roles as Master and slave while not stepping out of our comfort zones too much at one time. To find out where we draw the line and say “That’s enough, I need to stop!””

Master-Sir never wanted the whips and chains, the cages, and the leather outfits of all the Master/slaves we see online. He simply wanted to live His life in the easiest way possible. If He were to have a slave, she would be required to fit into His life, not have Him fit into hers. He firmly stated that feeling on the first night. That as His slave, I would live in His world and conform to making His life easier. Nothing in there was about me, it was all about Him.

For me, after a lifetime of failed slave or submissive dates, and M/s living situations, I just wanted to be that one slave who made her one Master’s life easy and simple, stress-free. More importantly, I wanted to make His life more successful. I wanted to see if I could really do it full time.

I wanted to see where my Owner could push me. Did I really have limits and where are they? Beyond being kept safe sane and free from permanent damage! I wanted to live life according to a man I could trust like no other.

My Owner has been able to take away all the fears I ever had in the beginning. I mean, He really took away the fears of being left on the roadside after He met a more beautiful woman (I had that happen way too many times). He would not send me out to “earn” my keep on the streets (Never put me in harm’s way of getting a disease or being beaten up or arrested). He would not let people harm me.

He proved many times that He would stand to defend me against anyone, and that has included Him severing an almost life long friendship with a man who belittled me in front of Him. He told me (taught me?) the fine line between harm and hurt. He would hurt me ( cause me pain) but never harm me (endanger me or leave permanent scars). I liked that.

As a woman of “plus” size, I have had my share of being physically and phycological abused, being abandoned and being made fun of. I know what hurt is and I know what harm is. I never wanted any of that anymore, Yet I wanted to find one man to serve without question. I had that dream. To find my own Unicorn Master!

My Own Universe

The “Universe” you speak about, came from a well-defined point and is funny how Dominant Men read it and how submissive women read it.

Most people I talk with agree that in almost all relationships, we are open and happy and loving, but yet there is that one part of us we bury and keep hidden. Because we know that there is a chance this relationship will end and we will be looking for that exit. So for protection, we don’t open all the way up, no matter what.

So there is always that one little part of us we keep hidden. Not telling everyone everything. Somewhere in the relationship, we subconcisely make a plan or at least look at having an exit plan. We may not need it, but we always want to know where it is and what it is.

In my journal, I talk about the moment that all went away from me. The moment I knew I was always going to be here, be His property forever.

I knew that I was more than His slave, that I was His property. But it wasn’t until that moment that I knew for certain that I was Owned by HIM, lock, stock, and handcuff keys, is what He likes to say!

It happened when we were living in Phoenix, I think I was His slave for a year or so when it occurred. I would have to look back in the journal for the exact date. But I remember the moment.

We were out with a friend of His who was visiting the town. After lunch, we were walking outside in a park. The friend made a comment about me being this wonderful obedient slave. He also liked my large breasts that He kept staring at my cleavage all during the meal.

In the public park, Master-Sir had me face them and told me to open my top and show His friend my big saggy breasts. I paused just a moment to make sure nobody was looking before I complied with His command.

Master-Sir slapped me harder than He had ever slapped me before. Telling me that I needed to only worry about obeying His command. That as my Owner, He was the one responsible for making sure I was safe from harm, like other people seeing me, having children be exposed, etc… He had already done that before He issued the command, so I needed to obey immediately.

I live in His world, not the real world around us. All I needed to worry about was if I was pleasing Him. Nobody else in the world matter at the moment that He tells His slave to do something. Why? Because He already made sure that I was safe in performing that command before He issued that command. He, not them, the outside world, matters to the property, the slave.

In essence, I needed to trust my Owner 1000%. He was so right. At that moment, that slap, so many things went through my head. And trusting Him is the biggest thing. This was truly the one man I could finally trust with my life and all I had to do was to obey Him.

Opening my blouse at that moment and proudly showing this friend my big saggy breasts because my Owner told me to; doing so in the open daylight of a public park without fear of being arrested, exposing families to our world or anything else, was the biggest mind shift in my entire life.

That one moment made me know and feel that I was truly Owned and that I was His for life.

By that point in our relationship, He had proven to me that I could trust Him with my life. That I was not going to be abandoned on the side of the road for some hottie He met at work. I was not going to be found dead and buried in a 55-gallon drum by my relatives. I was not in any harm or danger because that’s not what my Owner does with the things He owns and cares for. I was one of those things He proudly owned wanted to display.

Yet, in a small way, that pause was me making sure I was safe from harm. In some ways, i guess it was me being human and worried that He may have made the command without making sure i was safe. he was just being a male with raging hormones wanting to show off His latest possession. I was looking for that exit.

I think that’s when my life went from the real-world to a fantasy coming to life world.. I wanted to be Owned and now when I say that I am Owned, that is what I am.. I am Owned. This is my dream on steroids. Never before in my life could I have imagined enjoying being used as He uses me and loving every single minute of it.

Not worrying about what others think about is something I never knew existed. Now I get to live that feeling of freedom every single day!

Unfortunately, not many people can understand it. They are where I was and living the normal world with the normal fears of being abused or abandoned, so they have little walls up and they keep part of themselves hidden away and not talked about with others.

There is not one part of my life my Owner does not know about. and that is another story for another time! Because He really wanted to know what He was getting when He became my Owner. The greatest part of our relationship is the fact that I can trust in Him and we have this open and constant communication that builds on that trust.

Yes, I am owned. I live to please one person and one person only. Everything I say, do or respond to, is aimed at making sure I please that one person. Nobody else. I mean Nobody else matters more than He does in my life.

I hope that helps answer your questions.

Sorry for the long letter. You asked a wonderful question and I thought it needed a well-written response!

Thank You