Chattel... Or Something More?

     Being owned does not feel like I thought it would.  I belong to someone.  I have submitted, I am HIS property.  I must do as I am told, sans free-will.  Yet I have NEVER been happier in my whole life!  If you had described my life NOW, to my 29 year old self, I would have told you that you were crazy!  That it was impossible to live that way, and not to mention grossly unfair to women.  Boy, would I have been wrong!  Ten years later, I am not just older, but much wiser.  The choices I make in life are much more thought out and deliberate.  It is unfortunate that some people in the Vanilla world condemn our type of lifestyle, because they truly just MISUNDERSTAND it.
     Belonging to my husband and being his property gives me a much needed sense of place and purpose.  I am now the most cherished, valued and loved thing he owns.  By giving him full control over me, it turned Daddy into a new man.  He takes his authority over me, and as the Head of Household, as the huge responsibility that it is.  He tries harder than ever to make sure that I (and the children) are ALWAYS safe, healthy and happy.  I have never before seen, nor felt, the outpouring of emotion and love I get from him now.  It's like someone has flipped the "ON" switch in our relationship; and the feeling is amazing.  I know this is an oxymoron, but totally submitting and belonging to someone is the most exhilarating and freeing experience of my entire life.  I highly recommend it!
     So, when Daddy called me up at 11:30 this morning and told me that when he got home, he was going to shower me and dress me b/c Daddy needed some "BabyDoll" time, I was more than eager to agree.  I love it when Daddy shows me this kind of attention.  He is very loving, gentle and affectionate.  It is also a special bonding time between the two of us, and helps me to remember my place in our relationship.  I am NOT in charge.  All that matters is Daddy's will and what he wants.
     After our long day, we met back at home, children in tow.  I managed to get everyone fed, and done with their homework.  At which point, Daddy took me into the bathroom.  He slowly undressed me, one article of clothing at a time. Then he turned on the water and helped me into the shower.  He used the body wash and washcloth to clean every last inch of me...making sure not to neglect anywhere!  Then he stood back and watched as I made sure to shave every hair off my lower body for Daddy.   When I had finished, I stepped out of the tub and Daddy dried me off with the towel.  Then he used his hands to feel every inch of my body...making sure I hadn't missed and stray hairs.  He then put me in my pink oneise and nightgown; with a diaper underneath of course  And to top off the ensemble, a white ribbon in my hair.  Daddy smiled, hugged me tight and whispered, "Mmmm...my BabyDoll!"
     I felt so warm, loved and secure in the arms of my Daddy.  This is when the world feels right to me.  This is when I am happiest.  This is where I belong!  And Daddy is who I belong too.  I am his to do with as he pleases...and THAT pleases ME to no end.  I never knew the joys of submission until now.  I don't remember my old life...only life with Daddy.  And I wouldn't have it any other way!   :)