EXTRACT FOR
Diary of a Submissive
(Miranda Birch)

I am a slave. The property of a woman. Mistress Daphne has owned me for over two years now. And she has now told me she is taking me to Europe. But -- there she will lend me to a friend of hers while she takes a three months cruise to the Far East via South Africa! She does not require me on the voyage, presumably on account of the difficulty of keeping me under restraint and disciplining me the way she does at her country home. For she can be very severe on occasions, and it is clear that the other passengers, to say nothing of captain and crew, would not be amused by my howls and screams for mercy! 



This is not the first time I have been loaned out to be used, and indeed abused, by other dominant women. But it has never been for so long a period before. Being treated as a chattel, to be given to other women for their use, is hard to bear sometimes. But I suppose, as a genuine life-long masochist, that this is the way I want to be treated. Yes I suffer; but for me to suffer is, within limits, a form of pleasure. Unfortunately for me, Mistress Daphne quite frequently goes beyond those limits. Then the pain I endure is greater than any pleasure at the time. However, in retrospect, I still feel a glow of delight at her complete domination over me, at her power so relentlessly exercised over me. Yes, Mistress Daphne is truly my Mistress. And now, for a time at least, I will be deprived of her. 



It may seem strange to say I will miss her. Yet it is true. Who, I wonder, will be my new Mistress in her absence? for of course she has told me nothing beyond the bare outline described above. After all, I am her slave -- what has it to do with me? I must serve in any case. That is all that concerns me.