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Gabriella listened to the soft clicking of the fan as it ticked a calming rhythm  overhead, while throwing waves of cooled air down on her hungry body. She had been tied into her halter, and given time to anticipate Master’s intentions for her service to him today. While she considered how she felt, and how she may be used, she also acknowledged extreme gratitude to him.

Had you explained to her in school there would be a security in being blindfolded and firmly placed into some bizarre contraption called a harness, she would have told you to go away and to stop wasting her time, while laughing. However now, she counted on the leash and halter as confirmation of intentions and directions.She knew from experience and trust, she would never be harmed, and her reward would also come in time. The only mysteries now were how he would next tease her mind while feeding her erogenous hunger.

She had entered into a new age. She called it “ Gabby’s New World”  She now had enlightenment thought servitude. She now understood that slavery is not something to be feared or looked down on. But rather to be embraced, and earned. She had hated that word for so long, because of the cruelty she had seen through history as connected to it. But until she had met Him, she had not understood the beauty in the word. She did not know that you could be enslaved by your passions, erotic and otherwise.

She always knew she was sexually submissive and for the right man, would do anything to please him. Make him smile while he delved into the whole of her, which she gladly offered for his fulfillment, his pleasure. She had changed nothing about herself or her lifelong ideals or dreams when she had agreed to be his slave forever. In fact, as she sailed on euphoric wings of release after accepting who and what she would become for him, she realized that the word slave, the concept of slave, the acceptance of slave, was her final and complete surrender into her very own freedom, which she gained through her surrender to Him.

This did not mean that she would lay down her life for him, although she realized instantly with that thought, she would. She suspected that she would search for a lifetime now to give the just description to being his slave. In short, there is love. And then there is complete and total love. That expectation he could have, that there is nothing he could think to ask of her she would say, “no” to. Because she loved him so much that “no” was unavailable as a response for any request he many have. She loved him so much, that she became his slave. She had complete and total trust in him, And through that trust, she gave him her loving devotion. All she had ever wanted in her life, was to be loved. Loved in such a way that there was no question. When he accepted her as his slave, His words and actions communicated clearly, there was love. And now, there was no way she could prostrate herself enough before him in gratitude,  to be worthy of the gift of slavery which he had given her.

As she lay on the floor, in the security of her harness, and  blindfolded world, she knew herself to be the luckiest woman alive. Because she got to be a slave to the most wonderful man in the world. Her breathing held that sleeping quality one has when in a deep sleep, but for her, she was, in the deepest recesses of her mind, completely prepared to be used, and to please. And this single sensation filled her heart with more happiness than she could have ever dreamed of. She was truly the luckiest woman alive.

Trish Nielson

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