Happiest Slave Ever

I love Madam P so much.  I love her sweet little body and her cute little feet.  I love Madam’s style of subtle but firm power over me.  I love that Madam doesn’t feel compelled to scream at me or lash out; she has a light touch and a soft voice that never leaves any doubt that she means business.  She dishes out physical punishment reluctantly, and only if she feels that it’s the best way to break a bratty cycle that I’ve gotten into.  So if physical punishment comes, it really gets my attention because I know that Madam doesn’t usually hit me for the fun of it.

Madam P and I have not been playing at total power exchange Master/slave dynamics very long, but Madam is very quickly coming to a place of consistency, learning that it’s best to not let her slave get away with bad behavior and to not let her make excuses to dodge assigned responsibilities because she’s seeing how it only causes more behavior problems down the line.  And Madam does not hesitate to bestow rewards and privileges for obedience and good behavior.  She has a powerful desire for harmony within her household.  I’m so blessed to have a Madam who has an innate sense of justice and a profound wisdom when it comes to managing what her slave is and is not capable of within the time available.  I love Madam P with every fiber of my being!

I love that Madam P allows me to undress her at bedtime every night.  I’m grateful that she lets me brush her beautiful soft hair.  I love that Madam P expects me to thoroughly kiss her feet whenever she demands it, anytime, anyplace. 

Most of all I love that Madam P is having so much FUN being slave owner to her slave/wife.  This experience is completely new to Madam P.  All her life she has been the (mostly) unwilling/non-consensual submissive in one unhappy relationship after another.  I think it’s accurate to say that Madam P and I are both a little surprised that she has discovered a profound love and aptitude for being the Madam of the house.  She is completely in her element as she orders her slave girl to do what she wants her to do, to be where she wants her to be.  And she’s managed to train me to unquestioningly and immediately do what I’m told to do without resorting to cruelty or brutality.  Madam exudes an authority that she didn’t even know was there.  I will follow Madam P anywhere.

I have never in my life been as turned on as I have been since Madam placed her padlock collar around my neck and began training me to serve her every whim.  At the risk of sounding crude, I think I might need to start wearing panty liners, because Madam has me so turned on, all day every day, whether I’m at work or at her side, that my panties are soaking wet all day long.  I’ve never had this experience.  And oh my goodness, I hope it never ends.

Missy