Oh the joys of being a slave. Since I have realized my place, and began to serve my Mistress, life has been a joy. As I write this Mistress is asleep. As soon as she awakens, I will prepare her coffee and breakfast. Until that time I am to remain quiet and keep the dogs quiet as well.
Now do not get me wrong. I am not some wimp that you could just beat up. as a matter as a fact, I am 5'10" 170 lbs and no fat. I often am lifting my own body weight at work, and still run a 7 minute pace over 10 miles. No I am not a push over. Yet I have a Mistress, and I am her slave. In my life this is not just some weekend role that we play. I have a daily chore list, that MUST be done. I take care of all domestic chores. yet I am happier than I have been in my life. I look at so many unhappy couple and can only wonder. I have discovered that the joy is wanting and being able to serve.
At first it was sort of strange, and a bit uncomfortable from my point of view. Yet I still go fishing with the guys. I still go hunting in the fall. My Mistress loves me doing these things. She justs wants a clean house, and since when she was doing chores, I did not seem to help. Hmmm well lets just say I have discovered that the male has two brains. but one leads the other. I am kept in a chastity device. Now if a man ever needed a constant reminder of what is important in life, I suggest you try one.

There is even more to my servitude to my Mistress than this, but that we will save for another time

This is great and thanks so much for sharing! We can't wait to hear more...

I have a similar situation; it's called "marriage."

Many people just don't get it when it comes to understanding the joys of slavery. There is a beautiful piece on slavery over at SandM.com called The Art of Being a Slave by slave dorei which addresses these very pleasures.

The piece was recently used in a collaring ceremony and read aloud, as a sort of "vow" between the Master and his new slave.

It's begins...

A slave is a truly enraptured and enrapturing creature, capable of the greatest pain and the deepest passion. She is a temperamental creature, simultaneously fickle in her emotions, and fiercely, ferociously devoted in her affections. She is tumultuous and tempestuous, a mercurial maelstrom, and she knows no other way to be. If she could, she would not change, because, on some primeval level, she realizes that the death of her passion would be the death of her.

In truth, a slave is not simply the finest of all creatures; she is the epitome of all creatures. She combines strength and weakness, boldness and a certain shy innocence, languor and desperation; she is both cosmopolitan and na�ve. Her nature is an amalgam of all that is passionate in any sense of the word. She is nothing without an owner, but in his arms, she is all things.

(and of course, the "she's" can be understood as "he's" as well)

you can read the rest, here....