My Mind and Soul. I am a Submissive

My mind is His, to expand, to explore, to know only as He can. I have no secrets from Him...for secrets are a thing that would keep me from being more perfectly His. Secrets would put a wall up between my Master and myself...and i do not want walls. His training and lessons are not always ones I would seek on my own, but they are lessons He has decided that I need, and so I learn from Him. My soul is His, as bare to His touch as ever my skin could be when I kneel naked at His feet. Never a moment goes by when I do not feel His presence, be He miles away or standing over me. If I were to ever displease Him, His displeasure would be a blow to my soul, worse punishment than any lashes could be. The anguish of my soul that I feel when I disappoint Him is harder to bear than any physical anguish I feel. I am grateful that he cares enough about me to spend His time and energy so freely on me. I have the easier job, to feel, to experience, to let myself go and abandon everything to Him. O accept His collar and His bondage. I am His pleasure and His responsibility, and He takes both seriously. I am a submissive woman. I am proud to call myself that, my submission is a gift that I do not give lightly, and can only be given to the One who can appreciate that gift and return it tenfold. Only to my Master who has that strength, will I give myself fully, because I am strong and proud. I am a submissive woman.