The slave continues with her daily life as normal.
Something that has come as a bit of a shock to her.
But then again not really.
She could easily have got away with doing the bear minimum required of her, by way of her daily tasks.
And then put Him out of her mind, but She has found that impossible to do!
She has, in fact, been reading and researching, writing and reflecting, about ways in which she continues to embrace and engage in this new role, this new life that she has undertaken.
I find myself continually thinking about what my enslavement means to me.
I am, finally, in a place of peace.
A place where I can be myself, my true self.
A place where I can be me.
Me! the slave - His slave.
And nothing brings that home to me more, than my daily affirmation ritual.
I take a few minutes, when I am naked, except for my collar, and I kneel.
For my Master and also, for me too
Focusing, reflecting, embracing what I have become....
An owned, marked slave.
Oh yes!!!
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