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A continuation of our earlier conversation … The other day, I was discussing what power is from the side of a submissive … what it is to give that power up and find the truth of your heart’s desire.  Have any of you ever gotten to that level of submission? Have you ever looked deep inside yourselves and seen the truth staring back at you?  Let me indulge, if you will, on my own experience of Dominance and submission, and how I entered into this beautiful realm of exchange.
Being a Mistress is an honour, to be sure.  I am granted the gift of seeing the beauty of a submissive, bowing before me.  I love when you glance from the corner of your eye to steal a peek at whether I have found you to be pleasing.  Knowing that all I have to do is whisper in your ear and I will see the rise of your body, seeing the goose bumps erupt on your skin along with the slight glow of your body from the suffering you endure just please me. I reach down, pet your head and run my fingers through your hair, gripping it just slightly. I love knowing I can play with your body, do with it as I see fit … but do I? Most days I just love the way your presence stimulates me, but there are times when I require more. How I love to hear you whimper … begging to serve me, and then the tears.. Mmm … what a joy it is to see those tears. Those are tears are for me, and me alone. I sit in awe at the sight of you, my slave with my fingers tangled in your hair with your eyes lowered, and I can hear your ragged breathing, begging for more of my touch.
Is this what it means to be a Mistress? Is it just the physical element that makes up all there is to being able to call ones self “Mistress”?  There is obviously more to it. The responsibility that accompanies the title is another aspect … To guide another life and to be consistent in both love and structure. By no means am I implying that being a submissive equates to being a child, but at times it’s almost the same concept. I am responsible for their well being … their overall health. Sometimes as a Mistress, I have to make choices and set up guidelines to keep my submissive happy, healthy and safe. Unfortunately I have a few that test those guidelines … they push at the boundaries of what I’ve set forth and they wind up dealing with The Bitch … a far more unpleasant side of me.  Regardless of which side of me you are dealing with I am always fair.  Strict, yes … but fair to a fault.  What caused me to be like this?  What is it about my personality that makes me a Mistress?
I always knew I was never like the rest, that I was a little eccentric. I was reading “Different Loving” by Gloria Brame at an early age and I was hooked! I knew from that point that was My life choice … this was the path I was supposed to follow.  I was originally drawn to the slave side of the life style. (There is a difference between slave and submissive, I’ll get into that later.)
I was fortunate to fall into the hands of a very knowledgeable and nurturing Master.  He took me under his tutelage and gave me just enough freedom to learn all I needed to … Looking back, I think that even He saw the Mistress inside of me but was willing to temporarily overlook that for the greater good.  He always said to me that I had to be willing to accept anything and everything that was doled out to me in order to understand the suffering of others … perhaps so that I would know all I ask my slaves to endure for me today.  Those are lessons that I hold in my heart and will always be grateful for.
Being a slave taught me quite a bit about my choice … about the path I was putting before myself.  I learned to be humble, giving, and patient.  I learned what it is to kneel and deliver my well being into the hands of another.  I learned to trust, which was the most important lesson.  As His slave, I never had to worry about the choice of what would be done but I was also nurtured in ways that I consider most valuable.  He encouraged me to think for myself, not become a parrot for what I thought He’d want to hear.  He taught me that being submissive does not equate to being a doormat.  As I grew in the life style, and my Master felt He had taken me as far as He could, He released me. He told me on the day He released me that He knew I was never meant to be His forever … that He was a tool in the overall creation of who I would become but that He would always consider me to be His “little one”.  I cried when He released me but I understood, as did He, that I was meant for something different.  I will be forever grateful for all of His lessons … even the ones that stung.  To this day I consider Him a great friend and we speak with some regularity.  He saw something in me, a spark, a glow that He knew He couldn’t keep me from. Ok, let’s face it, he saw the Bitch inside me. *grins* He schooled me in submission, but in essence he also schooled me in being a great Mistress. It is His example that I follow in all of my lessons with my submissives and slaves.  A great force, tendered by a soft touch … I can be a dream or a nightmare … a Bitch or a Goddess … the term Mistress encompasses them all.

Mistress Ryan
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