Ownership

I love the thought of turning myself over to someone. Even as a lifestyle. Sex, obviously, whenever and however they want, but also the everyday stuff that I've never been free of- dressing, what to cook/eat, financial stuff, what we do, where we go, how I address and interact with people.

I've also never been able to find someone I trust enough to do this with- I want a connection, to be treated as valuable as a person even if, maybe especially because I'm submitting to them. I don't think I could do this as a scene, or a weekend, or even just a new relationship.

Basically, I want to trust someone irrefutably, I want to be cared for in obvious ways, I want to feel wanted and desired. I want to make someone happy, and give them things of value, and take some stress away by doing things they don't like to do or be a kind of stress ball or just be someone THEY can trust.

The thought of it is primal, and all the things I shouldn't want; It's also incredibly personal and emotional.

That being said, I doubt I could ever actually get to this point of trust. Too much risk of me being the rest of the way destroyed, even if they don't mean to. I'm also not into being degraded or humiliated, which for most seem to go hand in hand. So alas, 'tis but a dream.
What you are looking for is what I would have wanted, and to be honest would still want from a woman, I'm just old enough to realize that it won't happen for me, but I would like you to know that we have too many voices in our heads. The women who have offered me a taste of what you are looking for all seem to want, actually DEMAND degradation and humiliation. I've come to accept that if I want it I have to accept that I must degrade them, and that if I slip up and let myself be too nice I will inevitably loose them. Honestly at this point I don't know if I would even trust a woman telling me that I can just be nice to her.
 
To me, being owned isn't play. When I give myself I give everything, and I love the feeling I get when they take it all.

The law says I may not give my freedom away, but for a solitary female there are ways around that.
When it’s shared and fundamentally understood, (and agreed upon, mutually/joyfully) it’s amazing. Its incredibly powerful. When its right you feel it from head to toe…
 
Not too long after we started doing threesomes in our early twenties we met this kinky older man. I say older he was probably 15-20 years older than us. My wife loved to fuck him. He was a clean cut business type guy that traveled through our rural area to Dallas once a week. He worked for a sprouting tech company. He drove a car leased by the company and I think he used their credit card to get motel rooms. We didn't know it at the time but he was a district governor for the rotary club just inside Arkansas where he was from and he was married. He shared us with other men a lot like him so I figure some of them were rotarians. We done lots of them in various towns around all the way to Tulsa. Lots of times just one man but a few times it was three or four. We seen him a lot for over 3 years. He was our main fuck almost every week or two on Mondays but sometimes on a Friday. That's the history. The first time we met we all hit it off really great. He fucked my wife really great and she loved it. She had never been fucked anally and he took hers. He had to almost rape her to get it but he took it. She was wimpering and crying and shouting saying it hurt but he took her ass. By the time he cummed in it she was was saying fuck me. He would put nipple clamps on us and we couldn't take them off until he cummed. He put some clamps on my wife's pussy lips and made her wear them when we went to the bar. He told her he was going to get us pierced in Dallas. Her nipples and pussy lips. And my nipples and dick. he said I needed to be a eunuch so he could have her. We didn't know what that was until we looked it up. Then he said we will do the next best thing and lock my clit up. He said he didn't want me fucking her at all so she would be ready for him. I had to shave my clit and they both put it on me and she locked it and gave him the key. Then he got me on the bed and fucked me missionary. My wife was holding my hand and I was vocal like her because it hurt. She told me I could take it. He dumped his load deep inside me and collapsed on top of me and told me I was a girl now his girl. he said I had no use for my clit now. If i was a good girl he would let me jack off while they fucked. But I had to jack off in the plastic cup and drink it for them. He told my wife since I was his girl now he wanted her to dress me like one. I had to wear a dress every time after that. He had us give him our rings. He had another set of rings for him and my wife. He had a document that said I gave her to him and that he owned both of us and we all three signed it. I had completely give up my manhood to him. He said he might whore either one of us out. Not too long after that he arraigned a gangbang for us in Dallas. My wife was all excited about it. He had 5 men that probably worked where he worked for us. I had been crossdressing for a while but this was my first big outing. It was a little over a two hour drive for us and i didn't take any boy clothes. My wife insisted I go whole hog. Just the trip was exciting to me. I wore a wig and looked nice. I wore a dress not as short as my wifes. I wore panties and bra and she didn't wear any. We parked and walked through that big lobby to the bar where we all met. He put black collars on both of us. They were raising our dresses up looking and showing our merchandise to anyone walking by. Nothing we could do. it was humiliating but it also felt so good. My little clit and cage and her smooth pussy was shining for anyone to look at. Then they led us up to the room about 2 pm and fucked us until about 10 pm when the all started leaving. We spent the night my wife slept with him in one bed and me with a friend of his in the other bed. We left about 10 the next morning. We talked about it and how much fun it was. And how sore we was. We had been totally owned and used by him. We done a 4 man one in Tulsa. We seen him maybe another year and he lost that tech job and that was the end of it. We both loved every minute with him. Oh and he talked about taking my wife to Dallas with him for a week but it never happened. She would have went though.
 
It is natural and primal for me to want to own a submissive. It has nothing to do with me being more powerful or better than someone else for me. It’s about having someone trust in me so much that they’re willing to do whatever I ask to please and support me. At the same time, they trust me enough to know I would never put them at real risk, but I’m there to provide them structure and a good time.
 
To me, being owned isn't play. When I give myself I give everything, and I love the feeling I get when they take it all.

The law says I may not give my freedom away, but for a solitary female there are ways around that.
For me it is a romantic gesture of trust and intimacy.

Anything she is willing to give me, I give her- Love, respect, intimacy, trust, control over her body, being locked up, put in a submissive posed, spanked, whatever.

I do not feel it is a power trip or authority thing for me, we are just two hearts who love each other, and she wants to give me this trust and power and authority, but it's a game.

If she's asking for it to be harder, softer, slower, faster, or to stop or do something different, we do.

We also do nothing she hasn't explicitly consented to prior.

These are very simple rules and it allows her to be vulnerable with someone in a completely safe way.

Yes, you can be naked and tied up around me and not only will you not be harmed, you will feel good and be free the instant you need to be.

It is safe.

And this intimacy extends to all her thoughts and feelings and fantasies she wants to share.

I will not use them to hurt her, ever.

I think doms who actually ignore consent or are coercive with their authority are striking at the very basis of the relationship.

This is the sub's freedom to choose, who to be with, how much power to give away, and when and if it returns. With the right person it can be incredibly romantic, erotic, freeing, intimate, and you will feel no closer to anyone else you will ever know or love.

Some bonds are special like that between a parent and a child, but if we're not trying to compete with that, nothing comes close to that of the bond between a loving dom and the submissive who chooses to give him or herself over to the person they love and trust.

That is an incredibly romantic act. And it should be honored and treated as something special and sacred. Not just a kink.
 
It is natural and primal for me to want to own a submissive. It has nothing to do with me being more powerful or better than someone else for me. It’s about having someone trust in me so much that they’re willing to do whatever I ask to please and support me. At the same time, they trust me enough to know I would never put them at real risk, but I’m there to provide them structure and a good time.
Very nice
 
^^^^EXACTLY THIS! ^^^^
I HAVE this with my Lovely Wife Domme Goddess and the utmost trust in being OWNED by Her is unlike anything I've ever experienced! It's the most freeing thing... I refer to it as "Freedom Through Captivity."View attachment 2592721
I like this: "Freedom Through Captivity." I understand what you mean and I believe it to be true and real. Well said.
 
I have owned several slaves and still own one. I feel like I can contribute to this topic but can't decide where to start. I guess I'll start by saying my "Memoirs of a Master" writings detail my early slave ownership. As I said, I still own one slave and have for 20+ years. But the ownership is probably different than most would think.
 
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