Slaves - a personal perspective

I find most often those who identify as slaves to be my most natural and desirable counterparts. In bestowing my collar , I make a firm commitment to the slave(s). It is a commitment never taken lightly, nor ever given on a whim, but well thought out and with love and respect. Each D/s is unique, each is filled with what A/all parties bring to it. No two are ever alike. nor should they ever be. I cherish each slave's uniqueness, talents and being. I thrill in seeing them develop and blossom into their true expression of themselves. To see them become all that they are, free from repression and guilt or shame, is a deeply satisfying emotion, one that thrills and brings great happiness to me. I find in myself the need to shape, the need to guide and direct them. My slave(s) considers her/their actions guided by a rigid code of honor and is bound more tightly by her/their sense of right and wrong than ever I might bind her with my tightest restraints  I adore the many rights and responsibilities of Ownership, from the simple pleasure of stroking the slave(s) hair while her/their head(s) rests on my knee as she/they sit at my feet, to the dedication on all of O/our parts to enhancing O/one A/another's life. A slave is a pleasure to behold. A slave is at peace with her place of Owned Property; she is at peace with herself, filled with the kind of contentment one gains when reaching the place one most desires to be in life.   A slave is both a vessel for my creativity, guidance, and desire, as she is a fountain of her own unique gifts. she is both the seductive chattel and the diligent domestic. I am both, the granters of all earthly pleasures and the deliverers of correction. W/we (the Dome/me and slave combined) are like one creature, so delicate is the symbiosis between U/us. There is no greater priceless possession for me than the contented slave. Nothing speaks louder of my love and skill than her own happiness and smile lighting up the world.   A slave so often seems to be driven by her own innerdrive to be perfect. she seeks the pinnacle of each act, and is more harsh with herself for falling short than I could ever be. she is strong and moves through the outer world with a fierce determination to reach each of her goals. It takes strength to give oneself to Another, to obey Another's commands totally, to offer one's being without reservation and in trust to one's Owners, there is no weakness in a slave. A slave is obedient by nature, it seems to cause her a profound almost physical pain when she notes the slightest disobedience in herself let alone in the letter or spirit of my Law. On those rare occassions, she has strayed purposefully from my commands, she expects swift punishment to erradicate her own guilt over so falling short.   I adore slaves, I am thrilled by their spirit and do so take joy in the posession of such a perfect heart and soul as beats in the breast of the dedicated slave. I am a perfectionist as well, driving myself and her/them , each towards O/our own unique life-goals. I can imagine little in my future save the desire to surround muself with well-trained and contented Property and to teach and guide as well as take my pleasure from her/them and in turn giving her/them pleasure in their self fulfillment.