What is my purpose?
Thats the question we all ask.
I offer an answer to you.
A simple, elegant, and nuanced answer: be a slave.
It cannot be argued that being a slave is simple. You do as you are instructed. No thoughts. No worries. No having to decide what to wear or when to orgasm. Your responsibilities are not yours. How simple. Elegance found in the ability to be used freely for your owner. You're not a mere toy or instrument of pleasure but something more important and elegant--you are an extension of your owner.
A symbol of his depravity. A woman who knows they are owned. A slave who represents her owner in the eyes of the public.
That's why you're here. You want to be owned, used, and cared for.
You want to freely submit.
So what is your purpose?