Tearing Down the Walls (another boy post)

Fear plays a big role in the life of a human slave. Its fear of upsetting your owner and receiving punishment that keeps you in line. Its fear of the unknown that dominates your first foray into the world of submission. Maybe fear of rejection keeps you from speaking of your lifestyle with loved ones. Whatever your fear, i've come to learn it can drastically hinder your ability to serve.

It wasn't until last Friday that many of my fears became clear to me. i allowed my limits to be pushed farther than ever before, but panicked as it happened. No matter how hard i tried, i couldn't detach myself and let my mind slip to its "darker" half. It wouldn't have solved anything in the end but at least i'd have been blissfully unaware.

While at first i was upset, i'm now very grateful it happened as it did. It wasn't long after that that things changed. i could almost feel my barriers breaking from within. Apprehension seemed to melt away, leaving true freedom in its wake. And yes, i know that sounds odd from the lips...or finger tips... of a slave.

From that moment on i was free to give myself over to Mistress without fear and i cannot express how amazing that feels. i. Do. Not. Have. Limits. i can now truly say i belong to my owner. i am an object. A possession. i've no apprehension, no fears, and no restraints (other than those placed on my by Mistress Herself, of course.)

i am a free slave.