🕯️ The Beginning of My Becoming

Introduction – The Invitation Into My Transformation

It is with reverence, trembling joy, and the deepest devotion that I welcome you into this sacred space. A space not built of bricks or mortar, but woven from longing, discipline, love, and surrender. This blog marks the beginning of something far greater than simple words can capture—it is the birth of my journey, an unfolding transformation under the guidance, command, and divine control of my Mistress.

Before I carry you forward, I must take you back. You must know how I arrived here—to understand why this path is not just mine, but now hers entirely. Only then can you appreciate the depth of my surrender, and the sanctity of the space you are entering.
So It is with great pleasure that I begin this journey, not only as a testimony of my own transformation but also as an invitation for others to witness the sacred unravelling of who I once was — and the glorious becoming of what I am destined to be under the hand of my Mistress. This blog is my offering, my devotion made visible. Here, I will share with honesty and vulnerability the path of my surrender, the raw edges and euphoric highs alike, as I evolve into the submissive I was born to be. May those who read it find resonance, wonder, or even the courage to follow their own path — whether that be to kneel or to command.

How We Met – The Spark in the Shadows

We met in the modern wilderness: a BDSM dating site riddled with falsehoods and shallow masks. I was close to abandoning the search altogether, wearied by endless ghosts and illusions. Then, she appeared. I don’t even remember the exact words at first—but I remember the weight of them. A voice of command veiled in language. It wasn’t just that she wrote differently; it was that she held space with each sentence. She pulled me in like gravity, and I—willing or not—began to orbit her.

There was something utterly different about her. Even before I knew her name, her energy pierced through the screen. Her words were deliberate. Her space-holding, palpable. She wasn’t merely speaking — she was commanding, effortlessly. With each exchange, I became more captivated. This wasn’t just a woman with dominance; she was a Mistress — and I felt her weaving her web around me, unseen but unmistakable.

“Some are born to rule. Others are born to kneel. I was born to surrender, and I am finally home.”

The Contract – The Weight of Being Owned

In the early stages of our dynamic, she made it clear that nothing would come freely. I would have to earn every glimpse, every sound, every privilege. To this day, I have not seen her face nor heard her voice. And yet, I feel more seen and known by her than I have ever felt by anyone in my life. That paradox is the essence of her power.

She led me into self-exploration through questions, tasks, writings. She wanted to know who I truly was — not just as a submissive, but as a man, a soul. I responded with full transparency. In return, she began to shape me. Her influence slipped into my bones, my breath, my creativity.

Our conversations deepened. I shared my past, my scars, my longings. I expressed my hunger for a Total Power Exchange — a bond where I would be fully owned, irrevocably hers. She understood it in a way no one else ever had. We began constructing a contract. But I didn’t want just a set of rules. I craved something sacred. Something eternal.

So I asked for a Life Bond — an unbreakable agreement. One that only she could dissolve. It took time, intention, and negotiation, but eventually, we signed at the dawn of the New Year. That day, I became hers in a way I had never been anyone’s before.

“Her silence commands me more than most people’s screams.”

The Trial – Obedience Forged in Fire

With our Life Bond in place, the intensity escalated. Mistress needed to test the depth of my submission. Could I endure for her? Could I suffer and still obey? Could I give her not just my service — but my pain?

She gave me a brutal trial: seven nights, from 6 PM to 6 AM, I was to discipline my body relentlessly. Paddles. Canes. Edge play. Sensory Deprivation. Breath play. She pushed me toward my limits, and I resisted at first. My brat surfaced. I pushed back. Sarcasm. Defiance. But she didn’t flinch. She reminded me, with terrifying calm, that I no longer had the right to choose. I was under contract. This wasn’t up for debate.

That was the breaking point — and the breakthrough. I obeyed.

Each night, I battered my flesh. I bled for her. I cried out in private. I broke — and reassembled myself in her name. When it ended, I wasn’t the same. My will was quieter. My obedience deeper. I had proven something — not just to her, but to myself. That I am ready.

“My bruises are not wounds — they are vows I wear on my skin.”

What Comes Next – Devotion Made Visible

And so, here we are — at the beginning of what I hope will become a sacred chronicle of my surrender. This blog, as requested by my Mistress, will be my place of continued service. A public journal of transformation. A devotional altar in words.

Each post will reveal more of my journey: my rituals, my trials, my growth, and my adoration. Perhaps it will serve others — submissives seeking a path, Dominants curious about the heart of ownership. But above all, it will serve her.

This is my way of saying: I am proud to belong to her.

I kneel. I write. I offer. And this is only the beginning.

“What began as curiosity has become worship. What began as submission has become transformation.”