Watching the land masses and the oceans beneath an airplane destined for the other side of the world I smile calmly knowing that the life of my slave is about to take on dimensions he has only dreamt of.

His fantasies have been slightly met in the small allocations of time we have managed to squeeze into trips from one continent to the other. How will he endure my ways day after day as I amuse myself with the ownership of his body, his mind and his obedience.

Will my torturous edge training and firm unrelenting ways bend his knee so deeply that I will have to pull on his leash to meet his eyes?

Will the touch of the crop confirm his needs as he learns that my love is shown through my training and discipline?

His heart is mine as much as his devotion. His slavery will grow as much from need as from want. I am the Mistress that has the strength to dominate slavery with love and control.

Will I be content with his form of slavery, for those that are lost in this fantasy imagine themselves locked in cages, chained to the bars, naked with a single blanket to bring them comfort.

They picture themselves being let out to do the domestic chores and to service their owners and their friends quietly and obediently.

They see themselves used and then abandoned back to the loneliness of their worthless thoughts.

Their dreams centered on the sound of the metal door opening to give them short moments of freedom to obey their Mistress. Cowering in the corner of their cages...never knowing if and when they will be given a moment to call their own.

I close my eyes and picture myself walking into the captivity of this slave and know in my heart that my boredom with the loss of life in his eyes would be swift and brutal. Though even I could role play this fantasy from time to time, to live it would be a small death to me.

My slave my property my servant my toy, must be positioned so that his beautiful body and smile is available each time I touch him with my eyes. His pride in being owned would be impossible to see buried deep behind his fearful obedience.

Slavery to this Mistress may not touch the interpretation of any Dom/me or slave on earth but it is only my opinion that matters to me if I am going to be the owner. So lend your ear if you have the desire or need to hear the single opinion of a Woman who will change for no one.

The slavery I seek will keep my man on his knees simply because in my presense he is too weak to stand without the support of my hand. Being OUT of my presense will be more unendurable than all the steel bars he dreams of being contained behind.

My smile will make him tremble as quickly as seeing the crop in my hand.

When he RUNS home to me when there are options he has been given that would give him some personal freedom. When he falls to the floor with tears in his eyes just to be back at my feet. Feeling the tear drops of joy hit my bare feet will convince me more of true slavery than the obedience of no choice caused by chains and shackles.

My kind of slavery is filled with no choice...my slave will have no choice in any matter but he will have the NEED...the WANT... to stand behind me, even in boredom, to watch over me, even though I don't need it, to obey with gratitude because that is his true joy. To crave the touch of my hand as I whisper good boy into his ear. To know my smile is only for him.

I am demanding, a Bitch in the truest sense of the word. The smallest infractions can send me into a silent rage and only a true slave in love could endure my kind of domination just as I could tolerate slavery only through the one that presents to me with pride.

When my slave bends his head to give me access to his strong neck, I secure his rubber collar with the lock that reinforces my ownership. When I direct him to his knees he keeps his head down as he places both wrists face up upon my knees and waits quietly for the cuffs and locks that will bind him even more physically to me.

I lift his chin with my baby finger and secure him even tighter to my domination with the click of his leash.

You could call this boy at this stage my submissive..and he is...but through the DEPTH of his submission to me...through his inability to resist...he has fallen into a slavery I have allowed.