Property Rights
(dedicated to my Mistress, my Captress)
Those economists. They love property rights. They maintain that the right to own and do with one's property what they wish is fundamental in a productive, prosperous economy. Indeed, they're quite certain that private property, free trade, and peaceful cooperation promote economic efficiency and enhance human welfare.
The subject is much deeper. But i was reflecting on a more personal experience with property rights. You see, i am owned. i am the property of a most exceptional and extraordinary Mistress. She owns me. i am her property.
If you're hearing of an arrangement like this for the first time, you might recoil at the thought that i'm a prisoner. Like a lump of inanimate property, no better than a flower pot or some kitchen utensils. my subordination to a female-head-of-household is far different.
Perhaps a snapshot of a typical evening might present you with another perspective.
Last night i enjoyed a fine meal -- salmon limone with couscous and zucchini ribbon salad. i ate alone but was most satisfied with both the preparation and the consumption of a lovely, delicious meal. i sipped a Pinot Noir throughout the cooking and dining and was nursing a gentle buzz.
i did the dishes lickety-split. There weren't that many. And just as i finished those chores, through the door walked my Mistress...my Goddess...my Owner...my Captress.
She looked like she'd been out to a swanky and risquΓ© outing. Slender and fairly tall, she just killed a stylish mini and some high-heeled sandals that added about three inches to her 5' 6" frame. She was tastefully adorned in jewelry. A super hip leather coat hid a loose-fitting, gossamer blouse. It made me want to search for her nipples with my eyes. i did not. Instead, i admired how her minimal makeup accentuated her nearly flawless skin. That is the creature to whom i'm a slave.
Now tell me, how many guys out there even know a woman so fucking sexy, so tastefully packaged, so numbingly hot? Yet, there she was, returning home from an evening about which i was entitled to know nothing, which She may or may not choose to share with me.
"Have you eaten?" i asked respectfully. "i can offer You a delicious salmon dinner."
"I'm fine, thank you," she replied in Her customarily polite manner.
She tossed Her jacket hap-hazardly onto a living room chair. i fetched it immediately and hung it in the closet. Being the property of a Mistress/Goddess dictates that i pick up after her, which i'm not only willing but eager to do. You'll see, the rewards are great.