Explaining What it Means to Be a Pleasure Slave / Property

I thought I had it all figured out. Had it all laid out in a nice and easy bundle. Wrote it down for you and then brought it with a happy "puppy dog like" slave wiggle to my Master. Almost giddy with the believe that I had done well. That I had found exactly the right words to describe what being a property was all about. In my mind, i could almost picture him "petting" me on the back and give me one of those rare compliments.
As you can see, that did not happen. Again, I am sitting here, picking my brain on how to answer you better. You see, as happens so often, my Master shown why he is Master and I am "just" a slave.
So what went wrong? I had forgotten that little thing called reality. I was so wrapped up in my own personal fantasy of what it means to be "property", that I fully neglected to write with the understanding that those that are new to this lifestyle will read it. Here again, I have to say: "Master, you are right of course."

This is the very reality based version of what property is:
Being property, is a slaves ultimate fantasy of being owned by the one they chose to give their heart, mind and will to. It is the final step in a fantasy based Life, which somehow manages, at that level, to blur with reality.
When you become the property of your dominant, when you are that far into your everyday 24/7 hour fantasy, that you actually see yourself as another human beings property, you submit yourself totally to that other persons will.
You live to serve that person, live to be whatever my include that other persons fantasy. Be it being a piece of furniture that is loaned out to someone else or a whipping post.

This step, in the BDSM "fantasy" you have chosen to live as if it was a reality. Even more directly, that has become on every level, your mental reality, is as far as you can go to me. As Master reminded me, I can still walk out at anytime. He can still disown me. It is physically possible of course; my contract of ownership in essence is just another piece of paper that has a fantasy written on it. Legally, it has no rime or reason, but inside of me it is binding. It is my solemn vow that I have given. It is the promise to be his, to do with as he pleases, in exactly that way he pleases, without any real trouble out of me.

Sadly, I have to report that I still have a very strong will and mind of my own, but now I am 'sold' into stepping back and letting my will become cancelled out to his. Again, I still have one, but I no longer have the right to act upon it without his prior approval.

Who can sell you?
In actuality only yourself. I sold myself to him, gave myself to him completely and suffer greatly when he is displeased with me. Sounds like a slave, right. I am that, only with no other rights now then the one to walk away for good. I no longer hold any barriers.
I have given my emotional, physical and mental welfare into his hands. They are his responsibility now. He has become responsible to keep me happy, content and "challenged". He is responsible to make sure that I can feel his concern for me, feel like I am valuable to him, feel as if he loves me, and feel as if he will protect me. His responsibility. It is his responsibility to make sure I can feel safe with him. Like a dog, I should not have to fear my owner, but come to him with a joyful and trusting heart. If you thought it is hard being a dominant, perhaps you should not even try being an owner. Now your responsibilities have multiplied by 100.

For the slave, the owned thing. It is not easy either. You have to be willing to be nothing. To be whatever role you are cast in. You become a piece of "furniture", which may or may not get used. You no longer really are, but only are because of your owner. Sounds harsh? Not really, because at the point when you become that piece of property your mindset is already that extreme. Again, for me personally, at this point of my life, it is not even an "option" to walk out of my contract to him. It is a life contract. Again, can he stop me from leaving? NO. However, for me, no matter how hurt, angry, mad, frustrated or miserable I might get, because of something that might transpire, I am his. Lock, stock and barrel and for me it is not even a thought that I can.

Now if you feel like that, then you have a good owner. The thought of living your station as property is a comfortable one to you.

As property, I no longer have any other freedom, then the freedom that my Owner grants me.
Depending on how much works he wants to put into the ownership, that much restricted your being property will be. Master allows me a lot of freedom, but is very strict within the rules he has that govern my slavery.

In honesty, I think that for us, it was just going to go that far. If we were going to go the stretch, nothing less would have done. I became his to do with as he pleases in my mind, heart and soul a long time ago. I just had to trust him absolutely first, without any reserve, before I could carry that label. Trust him to take his responsibility as Owner very serious.

Webster's Dictionary lists the word "Property" as:

An object of value owned or lawfully acquired.

I guess with tongue in cheek, when he married me I became "legally" his property. However, in reality, I became his property when he started seeing me as on object of value that was worth owning. Moreover, I saw him as that one human being that I gave my-self to completely without any reservations.