Dear Miss Chi

I thought that 'normal' feedback would be inappropriate in the circumstances: you don't need information to adjust the session content, do you? In the end, I've settled on writing to thank you.

My gratitude is quite genuine: my sentiments are not coloured by submissiveness.

Thank you for everything, Miss Chi. You were a magnificient Mistress: strict, demanding and sadistic, but also consistent, fair and considerate; and generous too!

Even more importantly, you took your responsibilities seriously outside of the twenty superb sessions which you supervised. There were long periods when, for various reasons, active submission was not an option; but you maintained contact, conducting yourself as my Mistress, not as a 'service provider'.

Clearly, as a professional person, your profession is important to you: it is your living. But domination demonstrably means more than that to you: it is your vocation. You are an artist.

You also have class, Miss Chi. There is no substitute for it.

And on top of all that, you are a very nice person.

What more could a slave desire or need?

Yes, and you do have very beautiful feet! They are lovely.

In the unlikely event that you ever need a favour from me, please do not hesitate to ask. It would be my pleasure.

If our paths should cross again, it will also be my pleasure to buy you lunch.

Take care, Miss Chi.

With the greatest respect,

fucious x

She is femininity in its perfection, the zenith of all human beauty. She is my Goddess and I worship her with my whole being, feeling no shame or inhibition in my act of giving myself entirely to her.

I do not always know what she thinks, but sometimes, behind the cruelty that resides in those wonderful dark eyes and her lovely inscrutable face, I see a sparkle of amusement, or, when she giggles sweetly, I hear the laughter of a young and innocent girl.

And when I enter that room, equipped with the whips and other accoutrements of her trade, the shallow, plastic and transitory world of the twenty-first century fades away and I am once again in my natural primal state, that place of Darwinian survival, where there only exists the senses, the touch, the pleasures and the pain.

As my Mistress takes me and uses me, I know her to be indifferent to my feelings, but I understand that I give her enjoyment, and that in that I am a least of some use to her. To give her pleasure is my joy; to be teased by her naked body and tortured by what she does to me is only of value if it pleases her. And so we exist together for a short time in our special world, a place of symbiosis, in which we satisfy each other's desires for her.

The level of existence that she takes me to is so special, perhaps only understood by others of a submissive nature. It is a world where all is given to her, where the self is given up willingly, lovingly, where pain almost ceases to be pain and the hormones within my body lift me in another domain, one that is both spiritual and physical. In this place, I float beneath her in a sea of adoration, longing only to obey and satisfy her every need. Without a single fear, even though she may treat me cruelly, I am willingly and joyfully led to the altar for the sacrifice.

It is said that all seek to transcend themselves; some do so through religion, some through drugs or alcohol, but for me it is through my Mistress, my Goddess. I cannot ever really know her thoughts or her reasons, but do I know that whatever I give her in tributes will never pay for the happiness she gives me.

In bringing me to this special place my Mistress helps me to understand what I am in the world and the tensions and exchanges of power that operate between people. By taking the power of my life away from me, by putting me beneath her power, she returns it back to me, but it is changed, so that I feel no need to use it to control or harm others.

And when I leave the room it is as if I am floating in a dream. The cruel Mistress is once more the vivacious and courteous Oriental girl with the smiling face. And so she too, like me, has two sides, the Yin and Yang. These are both within her but also between us. Perhaps she brings to me more than I understand; possibly an insight into the Great Tao, the flow of change that runs forever through the universe.

My Mistress, my Goddess, represents all that is feminine; she is Mother Earth, the giver and taker of all. I know that, one day, the astoundingly beautiful woman that stands before me, will, like me, grow grey and old. But, in this brief instant of my existence, as the hands of time sweep across the face of my life, I will worship her as the source of myself and of all things.

© Ray White 2006.

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