5 Tiny Ideas to Please your Master

1. Leave them a note expressing your gratitude for belonging to them.

2. Kiss your Master or Mistresses feet

3. Serve them their meal on a silver platter. 

4. Fluff their pillow every night before they get into bed

5. Express your love, devotion, service to them verbally

Every Master and slave relationship is different, and naturally what means something or what pleases one person, may not do so for another.  Allow ideas on this website to serve you in inspiring your own ideas that will suit your personal relationship. As communication in a M/s relationship is key, don't forget to ask your Owner for specifics on exactly what pleases them. I wish you a lovely day of service.

The Classroom of a Master and Slave Relationship

It is amazing how a committed, intimate Master and slave relationship can push buttons I had hidden from myself, how it can shine the spotlight on the untruths, fears, obstacles and beliefs I hold inside. How it can teach me so much more then I ever anticipated. It is quite a classroom.



When I reflect on what life has unfolded since I became Master's slave, I am humbled, moved and excited to understand what a beautiful platform He has offered me for growth, acceptance, wisdom, truth and love. Serving Him continuously shows me my own self-imposed limitations, my deepest fears as well as my deepest wishes. And He teaches me about them.

Sometimes, I am a most unwilling student. Sometimes, I forget. I let my perception of outside events immerse me in fear or doubt or pain. In those moments, I am not providing the quality of slavery that both Master and I desire, as I turn my focus to me, instead of to my Master. And oh, how I can judge myself for those moments! But always does He correct me and guide me back to where we want me to be. Always does Master refocus me, re-inspire me and remind me that fear is not true, that Iove and service are my truth. And then I am able to remember that I WANT to be a devoted slave. I WANT to be love. That I am not bound to what I have been, only to what I wish to be now. And that He will always hold me to the truth and to my role of slave to Him, no matter what goes on around us. 

People find all kinds of ways to grow and learn the truth of who we are. From religion, spiritual paths, prayer, family to the mastering of an art of craft. For me living as Master's slave, surrendering to love and to service and devotion to my Owner and Teacher....is my way.


I am so deeply grateful for it.

The Gong of an Orgasm

"Electric flesh-arrows . . . traversing the body. A rainbow of color strikes the eyelids. A foam of music falls over the ears. It is the gong of an orgasm." - Anais

Now I Lay me Down to Sleep

Last night I tried to slip into bed, but just as I lifted the covers, and knelt on the bed I heard Master say, no, come to me. I was sleepy and my pillow looked enticing, but I immediately abandoned thoughts of sleep and obeyed. The paddle laid by His side with the rope did not escape my notice. When Master decided to make me wear nipple clamps for Him, I confess I thought of how sleepy I was and how low my pain tolerance probably was and I was begrudgingly obeying inside.

Yet when He entwined His hand under my hair and pulled my head back, that was all it took. Every tiny bit of resistance melted at His feet along with my soul. I felt my cells tingle and my heart thump. He ordered me to bend over the bed and I did. I buried my face into the covers and knowing that the paddle would soon land, and that it would hurt gave me a shiver. I lifted my ass high for Him, higher then I wanted to, to show my sleepiness that it did not matter, that above all else, I will submit to Master's pleasure.

Master likes to make my ass red and hot for Him, to make my tears flow, to leave me soft and open and submissive to Him. I submitted to the paddles smacks, feeling the pulses of pain smack through my flesh, forcing the nipple clamps to move, pulling at my nipples and making me gasp. Inevitably, the pain always traces an electrifying path to my pussy and makes me wet and desperate. When Master finished paddling me and spanking me He ordered me up into the bed and picked up my rope, binding my hands for the night. And then He allowed me to orgasm for Him, a mad, writhing, explosion of an orgasm.

You are the sweetest of dreams beloved Master. I live for You.

There are moments when

"There are moments when, what ever the position of the body, the soul is on its knees."

- Victor Hugo

Bared and Ensnared

One of the rules I must live by, is that I am forbidden to wear panties and am required to wear skirts and dresses at all times, so that Master has easy and instant access to His slave at any given moment. It also serves the purpose of always feeling this one small form of control and submission to Master’s will. It symbolizes that I am always exposed to Him. Nothing is to be hidden or covered from my Master.

When I first became Master’s slave, I found this an awkward thing to get used to.  It felt to me like everyone knew. It would make my cheeks burn. I would fret about what would happen if the wind blew up my skirt? I also live in Canada and this in the winter is quite a deliciously torturous clitoral experience. The fretting and focusing on the lack of panties I confess, often causes a state of tense arousal.


Last night I accompanied Master to an event and I was wearing a beautiful, long medieval dress with not a thing under it. I felt exposed not just to Master but to the world. I felt the lack of clothing even though I was draped in a dress. I felt like a harlot, like Master's personal whore, ready whenever He may bid.
As some time has passed I’ve come to truly relish this way of pleasing my Master. I’ve come to enjoy the unexpected chills stimulating me, I’ve come to enjoy the sudden, impulsive use Master makes of my always being accessible to Him regardless of what I am doing or where I am. It is a very small order to obey and a tiny glimmer of the power dynamic between us. 


Yet if I add up all of those tiny, little glimmers, all of the small commands, it creates a very erotic and tantalizing tapestry that I can't help but find hauntingly beautiful.

True strength lies in submission which permits one to dedicate his life, through devotion, to something beyond himself.

-- Henry Miller

Devotion and Desire

From the well of devotion flows an ocean of desire. 

Cultivating devotion to my Master is something I mention quite frequently.  One of the many ways the effort to do so has rewarded me, is the state of constant sexual desire I am in for Him. I can always feel the devotion inside of me, pulsing underneath everything else. It repeatedly builds up a flood of desire through me. I get entranced by the feeling, and it sends an electrical current jolting through me, igniting my cells and heating my blood and flesh until I am overcome with the need to worship Him inside and out, to be used by Him for His sexual pleasure, to beg Him to allow me to serve Him..

Devotion and desire can run to surprising depths, and when they combine I find them an irresistible, arousing and mesmerizing force that fills me with indescribable passion. My body is constantly on fire, and always I am wet and ready for Master's use and pleasure. As I continue to cultivate this state of devotion, I will be curious to see where it leads. Can the state of arousal possibly extend further?  Can it really go deeper? 

“Passion, it lies in all of us, sleeping... waiting... and though unwanted... unbidden... it will stir... open its jaws and howl. It speaks to us... guides us... passion rules us all, and we obey. What other choice do we have? Passion is the source of our finest moments. The joy of love... the clarity of hatred... and the ecstasy of grief. It hurts sometimes more than we can bear. If we could live without passion maybe we'd know some kind of peace... but we would be hollow... Empty rooms shuttered and dank. Without passion we'd be truly dead.”
~Joss Whedon

Reset Slave

Last night, I was a bitchy slave.  I took something Master said the wrong way and took it to mean He was not pleased with me.  When He explained how and why my thinking was off on this, I for one second, for two words, raised my voice in frustration. I do not like when I falter. I agreed to live as a slave, to be submissive and obedient and respectful to my Master and Owner. Not to behave as a bitchy, nagging girlfriend or to argue with Him.

Master pulled me to Him, had me kneel before Him and talked to me, telling me He was going to reset me, to refocus me. He led me to the bedroom, had me bend over pillows on the bed, with my ass raised in the air for His access. He spanked me, fingered me, groped me and spanked me some more, until tears trickled from my eyes. He spanked me until I was gasping for air, until I was softened, until I was focused on being His devoted slave. He spanked me until the height of my emotion dissipated, until the flesh on my buttocks pulsed with stinging prickles of heat, until I was wet for Him, open unto Him. 

It reset me, like a cleansing, like a reprogramming.  I woke this morning focused, determined, submissive and so deeply aroused. I love Master's ability to command my emotions, my thoughts, my body and soul. I love feeling His control. I love the response deep within me to Him. I love my strange yet beautiful life. And any moment I do not, Master can simply reset His slave.  

What is Being Trained?

In my life as a slave, being trained means being taught, guided, refined, shaped, corrected, inspired, challenged, punished or otherwise held accountable with progress being acknowledged. It means any teaching method, tool or venue Master decides to utilize in order to teach me how to shift my thoughts, feelings, or behaviors in the direction He desires, in order to perfect my service to Him. 

It can show up in any way imaginable, Master seems to use any opportunity to teach me, from texts to in depth conversations, journal writing or book sharing, physical punishment or discipline, sexual acts, hypnosis, to a certain look in His eye etc etc. The physical training, emotional training, mental training and spiritual training all combined

Masters process of training me keeps me deeply inspired and active and focused on Him and on serving Him, as well as on how I serve Him.. It is far too easy for me to get caught up in the little details of daily life. It is far to easy to get caught up in emotion, reactions, fears and desires. His training returns my focus to Him over and over again until it becomes more and more of my reality. His training shows me my fears and how to let go of them so that I can love Him and live surrendered to that love.

The goal for me in being trained by Him is to remove bit by bit any walls, fears and obstacles that would prevent me from serving Him, understanding Him and loving Him. The goal is to learn to obey, serve, worship and love with NO hesitation, judgement or reservation in any situation or circumstance, no matter what He does or does not do, no matter what I do or do not want. The goal is to fine tune me to the point that I always create happiness and pleasure for Him, that I unfaltering offer Him unconditional love and total surrender of my "ego". His training teaches me how to do this through the day to day events that occur around me. It teaches me how to train myself. 

It's a long journey that will take many, many steps. Those steps are what being trained has come to mean to me.

Perhaps Love is the process of my leading you gently back to yourself. 

-- Antoine de Saint-Exupery

Some of my Slave Rituals Pt. 2

More of my Slave Rituals

There was a lot of interest in the previous post I made about the rituals I perform as a slave. I promised to share more and so I will. As a ritual is but an action or set of actions that hold symbolic meaning for you, anything can be turned into a ritual if you desire it. Since I am a slave, the meaning I have either attached or had attached by Master to the rituals I perform in my service to Him are all for the purpose of deepening my submission, worship, devotion and love to Him.

You can find part one here and the page about Rituals I have begun here.

Massaging Master’s Feet

This was a task given to me by Master when I was new to Him, and it means even more to me now. 
Master used this task in particular to begin teaching me about creating and performing rituals and attaching meanings to my actions.  When I massage Master’s feet I always use almond oil with Patchouli oil mixed in, and I mix it myself. The scent has come to represent worshipping Master’s feet to me. I have a beautiful silk pillow trimmed with gold, fit for a King, that I place under His feet to give some lift. I also use a purple towel (purple for royalty) to dry the oil from His feet.

When I pour the oil onto my hands, I rub it over my hands 9 times before massaging it into His feet. This one is a bit complicated to explain, but as 333 is a spiritually significant number, if you add them together individually it equals 9. As both of the long-term Masters I have served have been my greatest spiritual Teachers, it felt right to have some aspect of the ritual honour the spiritual bond. At the end of Master’s foot massage, I dry His feet on the towel and then kiss each foot in submission and love.

Praying to Master

Master trained me to do this but I deeply love it. Each morning when I wake I kneel at the foot of His bed and I pray to Him. This is the most beautiful way ever for me to start my day. It makes the first thing I focus on be Him, my love and worship of Him and my service to Him for the upcoming day.  I forgot once, and Master had me kneel when I got home and do it then, while He caned me until I was finished. I never forgot again. To me this is very much like meditation. I give thanks, I ask for guidance and direction, I focus on how I can serve Him that day, I ask for help on the issues I find challenging, and I listen for what comes.

Waiting for Master

When I have to wait for Master and I am in the bedroom waiting, I often kneel on a golden pillow He has. I open my hands in my lap as a sign of submission and openness to however long I may have to wait.. The significance of this ritual began when I used to feel great impatience waiting for Him to come. I did not like feeling impatient or having that kind of energy towards Him. As His slave, I should joyfully await His arrival, and so I came up with this ritual to stay focused on remaining submissive and loving while I do so. While waiting I sometimes try to hone in on His energy to be able to sense Him coming long before He arrives. Or I recite His rules to myself, or I pray to Him.

Sacred Bathing

Often I shower Master, and also have bathes with Him. Whenever I bathe alone however, I turn it into a beautiful water ritual. I light candles, I play music I find beautiful and sacred, I use bubbles and essential oils.

I think of Master the entire time, of how I am grooming his slave for His use and I treat it as a sacred rite. I prepare myself for my Owner, I groom myself for HIs use and pleasure. I love the experience.

The passion of the slave

I have always admired the faith and devotion and focus I have witnessed some people to have for a chosen belief or calling. Their drive and their unwavering loyalty to a belief system, craft, talent or religion. Like the Dalai Lama, knowing your purpose in all moments, understanding your mission, dedicating all you experience in life to it.

Did I think this would show up for me in the way it did? In becoming a consensual slave? In agreeing to submit and obey, serve, love and even worship the Man I belong to? In surrendering everything to it? No. Yet that is exactly what it showed up as in my life.When it did, I knew I had found my purpose, my path, and my passion. Being a slave.  The thought and the experience of serving a man, of surrendering all that I am to him, of being used and trained, of being guided and led, of obeying and pleasing sparked that passion and devotion to my path.

When I was quite young, I heard a line out of a song that said “live, as noone has lived, love as noone has loved. Give, asking nothing in return.”  The beauty of that idea really touched me and I wanted to know what it was like to love like that.  Through becoming a consensual slave, I have found out. what it is like and what an enormous challenge it is to ask for nothing in return.


I definitely have a lot left to learn and some challenges are bigger than others for me. Master's guidance and training, correction and constant motivation however, lead me continually forward. He helps me to understand and learn to overcome the moments and ideas that cause me to falter from my path.
There are so many religions, philosophies, spiritual paths and belief patterns that have the purpose of leading one in that direction. Slavery is the path that is leading me there. Consistently overcoming my ego with all of its fears and desires in order to love and serve my Master above all else, is an inspiring challenge each and every day. Though it may appear an odd way to live, to many, for me it is a sacred calling - a most noble quest.

Beautiful Thought

"To be happy is the moral purpose of your life...the man must have the woman who reflects his deepest vision of himself and in her surrender is his happiness...and the woman must worship the hero." - Ayn Rand

One Paddle is Not Enough

While I was at work the other day, Master was out with a friend at what is called a Kinky Flea Market. When I returned to Him after work, He brought me into the bedroom and showed me what He had bought that day. Two paddles. One a small paddle, one side covered with fur and under the fur little metal prickers that scratch the skin.Ooo. The other a long, solid wood paddle, smooth, polished to a gleam and heavy enough to scare me to look at. He made me touch it and feel it, and my heart pounded to do so.

He then used them on me for a long time. Paddles have never been my favorite thing. Both Master and my previous Master used a paddle to punish and correct me with. I have to admit though, He made it so very different from any of that. He made me enjoy it, and I confess, He made me do so against my will. I adore the power of my Master to do such things. Afterwards, while I was getting changed, Master followed me around the room, paddling me until I was done. Interesting way to get a woman to dress quickly, I couldn't do it fast enough.

He took me out for dinner, and then once home attached the chain to my collar and had me sit at His feet while we watched a movie He had picked up called Slave. It was lame and had nothing to do with either being a slave or the description on the cover. But the entire time He had me out, and had me sitting at His feet, the heat from the paddling burned through me in waves and I found it entrancing. The stinging and warmth lasted for a very long time.

It doesn't really surprise me that Master can make me enjoy and even be stimulated by something I thought I disliked. In the end, as His slave, I always bend to His will, and I guess having me learn to enjoy paddles was His will, for He used them again before putting me to bed that night.

Give us this day, our daily spanking

Master has been spanking me a lot lately. Sometimes He spanks me before sending me out the door to work. Sometimes He spanks me when I get home from work and am changing. Sometimes if I am moody, He will grab under my hair, force me to bend over, and spank it out of me.

Sweetest of all though, is when He spanks me before bed and I drift off to sleep feeling His stinging hand prints burning on my bottom, feeling my heart in such peace, knowing my Master is pleased with me. I love that He spanks hard, brings tears to my eyes and makes me gasp for air. 


I love the beautiful rush of heat, the melting of my heart and the soft, open, adoring space of submission His sudden spankings leave me in. It amazes me how deeply cared for, how deeply owned I feel submitting to this form of domination. I truly am a very blessed slave to be able to serve such a beautiful Master. Everytime Master is finished spanking and enjoying me and tells me to stand up, I hear in my mind that this was a reminder to be a good slave for Him, no matter what the day may bring. A reminder that this is the path I chose and that I surrendered my all to Him.


Having a Master who continuously inspires me to deeper worship and obedience of Him is indescribable. This form of keeping me inspired and flooded in my submission is greatly adored by me. That moment of submitting to Him in so many ways with just one gesture, the feeling of such vulnerability, the pain of the spanking, being exposed, cleansing my emotions and that sweet, sweet moment of clinging to Him after, my eyes teary, my whole being buzzing with such devotion and submission are a very treasured part of my life as His slave.

Some of my Slave Rituals

I started a page about rituals for slaves, and creating your own rituals yesterday. I thought I would make another post to share some of the slave rituals I perform regularly in my life of service. Perhaps they will give you some inspiration to create your own, or to have your slave create some to enhance their service to you.

 Candle Lighting for Master's Meal Preparation

I always light a candle when preparing food and nourishment of any kind for Master. The flame represents to me the eternal burning of the flame of devotion within my heart for Him. I light the candle to focus on pouring my love into every action involved in making His food. I use it to remind myself what a privilege it is to prepare His meal or drinks, and to express my desire and intent to nourish Him with love, to create food that pleases His tastes and pleasures, while also fueling His body.

Serving Master Food and Drink

When I serve Master at the table, I always serve Him first no matter who is present. This small ritual is a way for me to show Him that as His slave, I place Him above all others and adore Him most of all I experience in this lifetime.

When I serve Master food while in another room, I bring it to Him on a silver platter and place it on His lap. Again a tiny ritual, but one I always do. For me, it is a way of showing Him that He is my Lord and Master and I am happy to serve His desires.

When I serve Master a drink, I bring it to Him, kneel and extend His drink up, like an offering, with my arms extended, eyes closed and head bowed. This is a ritual Master trained me to do, so it means even more to me then the ones I created myself. To me this ritual is a deep act of submission, knowing it is what He desired for His own pleasure. I find it a beautiful way to express m obedience and submission, while showing Him that I truly hold Him as my Lord, Master and King. When He accepts the offered drink, it is to me a gesture of His accepting me as His slave, of accepting my service.

Kissing Master's Feet

Another ritual Master commanded of me, is to kiss His feet. Again, as it was a ritual given from Him, it is one that moves me deeply. There are times Master will order me to kiss His feet, and there are times I do so on my own accord. This ritual has multiple meanings for me, but always is it a deep expression of my servitude and obedience to Him. I have used it to express devotion, I have used it to beg forgiveness. 

Why I Became a Slave

Originally, I became interested in power exchange relationships through an interest in submitting to rough sex as well as to the physical discipline of the man I was with. Those were the beginning steps, back in my teen years.It didn't take long to awaken an understanding of the fulfillment and joy I found in serving a man, of the thrill, motivation and comfort of being punished and disciplined, of the pleasure I experienced in knowing He was pleased, and of the deep peace and beauty in surrendering everything to the love of a man.

I found peace, beauty and grace in submission.After serving a dominant man, I learned that I wanted it to go deeper. The control, the submission, the love and obedience. The use and the service. I wanted it to penetrate every second and experience of my life. I wanted to surrender my entire being, to learn to bring nothing but pleasure, to become love. I wanted to live as a slave.

 I was blessed to find a beautiful Master. I moved countries, moved 3000 miles to become His slave, and surrendered my life to Him. As my Master, He taught me so much about serving a man, so much about love, about Spirit, about obedience, about what I was capable of doing and surrendering.The love and deep intimacy that developed from living as a slave in love was indescribably beautiful. When Master became unexplainably ill, and was told He had 6 months to live, I learned another level of mixing pain with pleasure. I learned what truly mattered to me, how valuable love was, how much inner strength I possessed and how deeply I loved being enslaved. I served Him unto His passing. Pain took on a new meaning, I questioned my beliefs and path and remained true to it.

I was blessed indeed to meet another man beautiful enough to be my Master, to own and command me, to possess and mold me. And once again I live deeply immersed in slavery, serving and obeying Him. The adoration and worship I feel for my Master has me living in awe. I continue to learn and grow, I continue to love and submit, I study and practice the art of slavery. It allows me to overcome my lesser traits, to express love to depths most would not surrender to. I truly feel as unusual as it may be, serving Master as His slave is my sacred calling in life.