Why?

You asked “Why does one such as i wish to be a submissive?” i apologize for not remembering your exact wording, Sir.

On an emotional level:
The question has been posed to me before, by another submissive. At the time, it was a release. i spent all day, taking care of children (mine and others), cooking, cleaning, washing, paying bills, making sure everything in my household ran…and ran reasonably smooth. i needed a way.. No wanted a way to let everything go. EVERYTHING, including myself. i wanted a way to allow someone else to take charge of my life so i wouldn’t have to be responsible for it, if (then) even for a moment. Instead of me making all the decisions, i wanted someone else in charge. It was different from when Jason was around demanding things. This was something i wanted to give freely, to someone who deserved my obedience, rather than taking it.
FAST-FORWARD
That rough drafts my first experience… then i met you. i was able to share everything with You, and You didn’t judge me. You accepted all my craziness, all my neediness, the mental taking/receiving/giving, the bloodlust, the mental anguish of being abused. You were the person i could give all these things to… give myself to.
FAST-FORWARD
Now i ask You to take me as Your servant, because it is the last great gift of myself that can be given. Please don’t take that the wrong way. i have handed you my heart, and given You my love. i have given You and angel to watch over us from above. i have given You my hand. i have given You a beautiful daughter. In these things i have given You my soul. With my soul i have given You my life to do with as You will. i ask for Your command to enrich O/our lives by my service to You.

On a baser, more animalistic level:
Giving myself to You to do as You please is an animalistic pleasure that heats my very being to the core. Having You in direct command of my every move, entices my psyche. Every command, every punishment, every tear, every touch from Your soul leaves me longing for more of you. Each lash of your belt, whether given in punishment or passion, leaves me aching for your caress, longing for your approval.

On a greedy level:
i want (forgive me, Sir) You to control me. Lead me as You wish. Mold me into Your image of perfection. In this, i will never succeed… It only gives me longer to serve You.

my life for You,
Your sweet