I am not passive, I am submissive.

I do not give up, I give in.
I do not fold under pressure, I surrender.
I do not dismiss my free will, I trust it in another’s hands.
I do not pacify to keep the peace, I serve to maintain bliss.
I do not put His needs before my own as my need is to see Him happy.

I am not thoughtless, I devote my thoughts to where they are best used.
I am not weak though I am on my knees.
I am not without an opinion, though my lips are silent.
I am not suffering a low self-esteem as I am prized.
I am not a dog at His feet, but a pet caressed in His lap.

In many ways I see my relationship with Master as the most ‘old-fashioned’ of all I have ever seen. I set His coffee each morning, pack His lunch, and always kiss Him on the way out the door. Dinner is ready when He gets home, and barring interruptions I normally massage His feet every night. He works hard to support myself and out children and I work hard to make His life as simple outside of that work as possible in return. He loves me and respects my opinion as His partner and closest adviser, and I look to Him for strength, guidance and willpower when I have lost my own. Our commitment to each other is deeper than you will find in the majority of marriages out there, and has seen far too many trials to be taken lightly.

At the same time while it seems I play domestic housewife, pet, and mother, I also maintain a professional reputation and am one of the top in my field in this region. I am educated, commanding, and a force to be reckoned with in all areas of my life. But when I am home with my Master I prefer nothing more than to cuddle naked at His knees while we watch a movie and He pets my hair. The simplest of pleasures make our life blissful at times.