Ownership is a strange, subjective, yet ultimately endlessly meaningful concept. It requires a massive amount of trust and effort on both ends, and when all goes right, it is also massively rewarding and fulfilling on both ends.
It is a privilege and an honor to be My property, and few make the cut. Being owned by Me means that you are My slave to do with as I please. You are My little toy, and we play by My rules. Respect, above all else, is paramount. Before you can consider yourself owned, your happiness must be vicariously dependent on Mine. As a slave, your sole purpose is to make Me happy, through your words, actions, and tributes. You must sacrifice for Me and live a life of simplicity befitting an inferior in order to further contribute to My life of luxury. You will get to know Me enough to tribute and gift without being told. You will jump at the opportunity to please. If I am ever unhappy with you, you will apologize and humbly accept whatever scolding and punishment I dole out. I am fair – sweet but never soft. Cruel but never without reason. Punishment is rare and used only to correct bad behavior. As a slave, you are groomed to fit My high standards and trained to serve Me and only Me.
Do you know how many of My owned slaves have slutted around or left me? Zero. Why? Because I make damn sure before I call a boy Mine, that he is, in every sense of the word, Mine. He belongs to Me mind, body, and wallet. He exists to serve and is worthless without Me. I give him purpose, and without Me, his life is empty and unfulfilling. In the five years that I have been taking advantage of weak men, many have served, but few have been owned.
With all of that said, I believe that servitude also holds great value and privilege. In addition to My owned slaves, there are also boys who have been serving Me for months and even years, without either of us ever expressing the desire to own or be owned, respectively. Ownership is wonderful and even necessary for some, but it is definitely not for everyone. It requires an enormous amount of time and dedication on both ends, and I believe a certain personality and innate desire that not every submissive possesses. I recognize that some simply love to spoil! Not every sub needs or wants to be tamed and kept, and I am not one to force anything (you may see themes such as forced bi and forced foot worship in My clip studios, but let’s be honest – it’s not “forced” if you enjoy it).
I have never had an owned slave disappear, but under consideration boys have. You know what though? I don’t give a shit. I never contact them again. I don’t ask where they are; I don’t ask why they left. I say, good riddance to the bitch who didn’t truly wish with all his heart and wallet to be a part of My Queendom. Another one will come by, if not the next day, then the next week, to replace him. That’s the wonderful thing about being a Princess – there is never a shortage of boys begging to serve. You are not a unique snowflake. Never forget your place and how replaceable you are in it. The most you can hope for is a place underfoot and a few minutes of My precious time. You are and will receive nothing more.