How many of you out there are owned? Put your hands up… Yes, me too and it’s something that fills me with happiness – that I am owned by my Queen. But, what is ownership? Everyone’s ideas will vary of course. These are mine and to quote my Queen: ‘Your mileage may vary’.
Firstly, slavery isn’t legal anywhere in the world these days. The last country to make it illegal was Mauritania in 1981. Yes it’s an unfortunate and reprehensible evil that there are many places in the world where slavery still exists, but it’s NOT legal. So, my Queen can’t legally and materially own me – that’s probably a good thing if you end up with a Dominant who is abusive towards you as it’s possible to get up and go, but in my case that isn’t an issue.
Given that my Queen can’t legally own me, any form of ownership must then be spiritual – it has to be something in O/our minds. The legal definition of an owner is ‘The person recognized by the law as having the ultimate control over, and right to use, property as long as the law permits and no agreement or covenant limits his or her rights.’ Allowing for the fact that we’ve established that we can’t really be legally owned, the statement still generally holds true (at least for me). In asking my Queen to accept my submission and entering into O/our TPE, I have acknowledged that my Queen has the ultimate control over me and what I do. I have given spiritually Her the right to use me as she sees fit. In O/our case there is no contract or agreement between U/us and my Queen has essentially, unfettered discretion as to what She does with and to me.
Spiritually, this is how I feel. She could ask me to do anything and perhaps more importantly do anything to me and I would do or accept it. Readers might now be saying ‘sure… so you’d commit murder for Her, or let Her chop an arm off, yeah, right…’ The thing is, I know my Queen would never ask me to do anything that I found morally reprehensible or that was illegal, and She would never do anything that She knew would cause me emotional or psychological harm. It’s like arguing whether or not a fish should have a driving licence. It’s a pointless argument – the fish won’t ever be able to drive a car. It’s just physically impossible.
I firmly believe that my Queen owns me and so treat Her requirements and expectations of me seriously – I try to do the best I can to follow Her instructions and to treat my body in such a way that I don’t usurp Her prerogative in decision making. For instance, my Queen has told me She wants me to lose a few kilos. I have changed my eating habits to allow that to happen. I wanted to stretch out a piercing to a larger gauge – I asked permission before doing so. I would not get a tattoo or a radically different haircut without Her express permission. Why? Because She owns me.
My Queen has reservations about this view of Her ownership of me. I have a tattoo that I’m very fond of. My Queen feels that there is a limitation to Her ownership and cites this as an example – She says that She knows that it would be psychologically harmful to require me to have the tattoo removed, and believes that I would not obey a direction to remove it (via laser treatment of course). So She feels that there is a limit to Her ownership – that it is not unequivocal and without limitation.
I respectfully disagree with Her on this point but do respect Her philosophical point. I would have the tattoo removed if She required it. It would cause me significant emotional distress and probable psychological harm. I firmly believe that my Queen, although She could require me to have it removed, would never require me to do so, knowing that it would cause such harm. She is not a monster and whilst She is sadistic in some respects, She is not cruel in Her ownership of me. To view it another way, just because one owns a car and one can take to it with a sledgehammer, doesn’t mean one needs or wants to belt the crap out of the car just to prove that one owns it.
So, from my point of view, the limitations in my Queen’s ownership of me are actually self imposed and are formed from Her sense of right and wrong. My submission and my willing acceptance to be totally spiritually owned by my Queen comes from both my love and my trust in Her. How could I possibly let Her anywhere near me with the metaphorical sledgehammer if I didn’t trust her to care for me.
I think this is where true spiritual ownership comes from – total trust in one’s Owner that Their moral values and ethics will ensure that They don’t take the sledgehammer to you, just because they can. It’s a very heavy responsibility and I’m so very grateful to my Queen the She’s has been willing to take possession of me – regardless of whether it’s unlimited or not.
Thank you my Queen.