Submissive’s Creed
I Am a Submissive Woman.
I find pleasure, joy, and fulfillment from being submissive to another in a loving relationship.
I am not weak, or stupid. I am a strong woman, with firm views and a clear concept of what I want out of my life.
I do not serve out of shame or weakness, but out of pride and strength.
I look to my loving Master for guidance and protection, for never am I more complete than when he is with me.
I know that he will protect my body, my mind, and my soul with his strength and wisdom.
He is everything to me, as I am everything to him. His touch awakens me and his thoughts free me.
Only in serving him do I find complete freedom and joy.
His punishments are harsh, but I accept them thankfully, knowing that he has my best interests always foremost in his mind.
If he desires my body for pleasure, I shall joyfully give it to him, and take pleasure myself from knowing that I have brought him happiness.
However, the pleasure of the flesh is but one facet of any relationship.
The love, the trust and sharing, the words spoken and felt, those are all parts of this relationship.
My body is his, and if he says I am beautiful, then I am.
No matter what I look like to others, I am beautiful in his eyes, and because of that I hold my head high… …for who can tell me that my Master is wrong in seeing the beauty in me?
If he says I am his princess, then I am that…regal and graceful.
And if I see laughter at me in the eyes of others, I do not recognize it, for who are they to call my Master wrong?
If he says I am his toy, his slut, his tramp, then I am that…as wanton and dirty as he wants me to be, and if others do not see this, then it is they who are blind, not my Master.
My mind is his, to expand, to explore, to know as only 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 lessons are not always ones I would seek on my own, but they are lessons he has decided 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 the physical anguish I feel when his belt caresses me with fire.
I spend my days knowing that the energy and thought he puts into our relationship is as much for my benefit as for his, and look forward to each lovingly crafted scene that we do together.
His part is much harder than mine, and I know this and 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.
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 one who can appreciate that gift and return it tenfold.
Only to he who has that strength will I give myself fully, because I am strong and proud.
I am a submissive woman.
~~Author Unknown~~
I thank you for this very inspiring and profound poem that will undoubtedly serve as an inspiration to many a sub. I will forward it to my potential sub for in it she will find great encouragement and joy. Not many people understand or appreciate the strength of a submissive woman nor the paradox of her “double life”…the mystery of being a anything while holding her head high with grace, pride, and dignity.
Thank you for this. So many are ashamed of me because of the lifestyle I chose. Thank you for showing me that I am not alone in the pride that I have for my Master and the love He shares with me.
I had read this once or twice in the beginning, while seeking one to call Master, whom I now call Lord…..he is the one who understands me and he is the one who guides me, hand in hand, or hand in hair…dragging at times for his lead, his approval, his loving care, I am a lucky sub……thank you for allowing this post.
Thank you so much for this creed. My Master lives far away from me, and we only see each other every 2 or 3 months. When I need to feel close to him, when I am having trouble staying in my slave space, I come here again and again….so thank you!
I was very pleased to read this poem. It so eloquently conveys what I have been describing to my slave… the paradox… While I may be the Master and her the slave; the Master’s responsibility is please, protect, care and help his slave expand her potential. To know the intimate limits and boundaries of my slave. To show my respect, love and admiration for her in all that I do.
The “toys” used are mere props… It is the mental, emotional and spirtual connections that carry the relationship to higher and higher heights of happiness and pleasure. These connections allow the physical activities to take on a more deeper meaning and allow for our sexuality to be expressed as it never could have before.. Due to the mental connections, the physical acts become that more pleasurable. We are finding new “firsts” for ourselves almost every time we meet.
I thoroughly enjoy performing the work of a kind Master and fully appreciate what my slave/sub does for me.
I am a very lucky Master to have such a strong willed and self motivated slave.. It makes her submissiveness to me that much more special and loving!
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