I have seen several wives displayed as slaves. I am curious how people feel about marriage and slavery. I would like to hear the opinions of both masters and slaves.

On one hand I feel slaves, such as I, should not be married. They do not deserve to have the rights wives have. I was raised to think of myself as more than what I am. But I am truly an animal, a female in heat. Animals should have very few rights, if any. I should only be treated as property and not a wife.

However on the other hand, certain benefits such as health insurance can be very important.

What do I see in the mirror?

I see a woman whose whole life has been spent denying and suppressing her inner being. I see a slave slut who is aching to get out, pounding at the walls of her vanilla prison. She sleeps in beds, though she knows she is not supposed to. She reclines on furniture, though she knows she belongs on the floor. She eats from dishes with silverware, though her place to eat is at her Master’s feet. She paints her fake self on every day to go out into the world to be something she is not, pining all the while to be at her Master’s side.

It seems to me that having a 24/7 slave is a huge responsibilty, perhaps even a burden, though in most cases a welcome one. For those of you that own a 24/7 slave, what is it like being responsible for another being's total welfare? Is it like having a pet or child? Does your slave work, or is she a slave in your home? Is it what you expected going into it? What aspect has been the most difficult for you? I am highly interested in knowing how owning a woman affects a man.

Thank You, Erik's dina

I went on a trip; my first trip as a slave. I was going about 4 hours north of my home to visit some friends and participate in festivities. Even though my Master could not accompany me, I was super excited about going because I knew he would come up with some naughty activities for me. My friend Diane, who happens to be a Top, accompanied me. I received specific instructions from Master Erik for the ride up there. Master spoke with my friend and negotiated her assistance to help keep me in line on this trip.

I wrote this letter to my Master Erik to give Him an inkling of how I feel. He affects my body, mind, heart and soul. He thought it appropriate to share with our community here at the Farm.

I have been asked several times now about my training. Let me start by saying that my Master is the most excellent reader of people and a fine Dominant. He understands my needs and how fast to go with me. I have not had much structured training, so I must rely on Him for everything, as it should be. I wear His tag, a pet tag, so I may demonstrate my dedication to Him. Things are quite serious between us and real. We spend most of our time in constant communication per Skype, email, YIM, and phone, and this facilitates things quite a bit.

She had contemplated this for a while. Her current life was unacceptable, full of pretending to be a thing she was not meant to be- a respectable wife and mother. She had to leave. Of course she would be sad and people would wonder what had happened to her, but this was for the best. Dinacow kept going back to the website and advertisment:

The girl knew she had made a mistake when He threatened to dismiss her without a second thought. She crawled to Him on her belly, the whip clenched tightly between her teeth. She had asked Him to share a bit more of Himself with her, His real name. Way back when they had begun chatting, Master said He would reveal all, to allow her to know Him. Now when she pushed for it, the day before Valentine's day, He was ready to let her go. She was flabbergasted at His responses to her. That things must be kept virtual only. She cried and moaned and begged. The relationship was all to her.

As a female approaching 40, I often look at the younger slaves here on the farm and say to myself, I used to look like that! With age comes body parts giving in to the effects of gravity, gray hair, deterioration of vision, and more. And always there is the never ending hope for love and affection from a Master in addition to the BDSM and sexual escapades. So I ask you ladies out there, how do you feel being an older slave? I am always worried about the younger ones taking attention from me, and being left out in the cold. Masters, how do you feel about aging slaves?

I had put up a nice collection of naughty photos on my MSN skydrive. They remained for a while, but were then taken down. No one had access but me. Suffice it to say I didn't read the fine print on the Terms and Conditions of Skydrive, but I am flabbergasted that those people think they have a right to view such private photos.

Does anyone know where I can make my own online photo collection that won't be objected to my someone who has no right to look?