Let me preface this story by saying i don't entirely believe in all its principles.  i don't believe that submission is a gift any more valuable than Dominance is.  Then again, i am not a submissive, i am a slave, and there are varying degrees to D/s in every relationship; Top/bottom, Dom/sub and Master/slave.  One thing that is common to all is trust, and this is a rather nice little fairy tale about trust.  Take it however you like.  i have never been able to find an author to credit this story to, though i have seen it many places.  If you have any information, please let me know.

Once Upon a Time, there was a Giver. Who in Love created a Gift. The Giver Nurtured the Gift and made it Beautiful , Imbued the gift with a piece of the Givers Soul , A touch of dreams, and a large Share of the Givers heart.

Sadly ,the Giver was alone, and the Gift unused: the Giver felt lonely, and sought to find someone worthy of the Gift.

The Rebel came along and saw the Gift the Giver possessed, and desired the Gift for himself.   Rather than ask the Giver for the Gift, or ask what the Giver wanted in return for the Gift, the Rebel decided that social rules did not apply to him, and simply said "Give me the gift."

The Giver knew that the Gift was fragile and would be destroyed if mistreated, and did not trust the Rebel; for how many of those who are impolite are also delicate? But the Giver did not wish to offend, and so said to the Rebel "I am sorry, but this Gift is for someone else."

The Rebel grew angry and blustered "But I deserve the Gift. I am special and I deserve that things be given to me. It Is mine By right, Mine by nature !! "

The Giver, glad to have trusted her first instinct, merely repeated: "I am sorry, but this Gift is for someone else." And the Rebel, still complaining, went his way.

The Giver sat under a willow tree, contemplating the Gift and wondering about the qualities
 needed to really appreciate the Gift; as she was sitting there the sun and the breeze and the sound of the creek below lulled her into a doze.

The Thief, who had overheard the Rebel and the Giver, was waiting for just this moment.
 Dashing out from behind a nearby bush, he made a grab for the Gift; grasping it he started to run away.

However, the Giver was awakened by this and reached out to stop the Thief. "Give that back!"  cried the Giver. "It is not yours! You have no right!" So saying, she reached out, trying to retrieve the Cherished Gift.

The Thief said "I do not care if it was not mine, I have taken it, I have possession of it so it is now my property." And so saying, he pulled again at the Gift, hoping to wrench it from the Giver. In the ensuing struggle, the Gift was fouled, battered, and broken. The Thief, deciding he did not want a damaged Gift, finally let go and said "You keep it; it is now worthless."

The Giver cried at the state of the Gift, which she had hoped to find someone worthy of; it was dirty, pieces were missing and scattered in the grass around her, and the intact parts were bent and dented. She began to believe the Thief's assessment of the Gift: perhaps it no longer mattered who it belonged to, worthless as it was.

But then she noticed that her tears made clean streaks on the Gift as they fell, and she thought that perhaps if some of it could be cleaned, all of it could; perhaps she could make her Gift have worth once again. She took the Gift and its broken pieces to the creek, where she began to wash them.

The Gift was easy to clean, but in trying to wash the pieces that had been broken from it, the Giver lost one. She began to lose hope again. She thought the Gift used, Damaged and   wondered who would want her gift in such a state .Yet she was still determined to try to repair the  Gift.

Hours passed as she fit pieces back together where they would stay. Some pieces she could
not make stay, however.

From behind her, a voice: "Perhaps this Glue could help you mend your Gift". She turned to  see a Stranger, holding a small tube of Glue.  She took the Glue and thanked the Stranger, then finished repairing her Gift with the Stranger's Glue.

When she turned to give the Glue back to the Stranger, he was gone. She thought to herself
that this Stranger had thought her Gift worthy enough to donate his Glue, and not even demand payment, nor even ask for the Glue to be returned. Perhaps her Gift had worth after all.

And as she sat and contemplated her Gift, she realized that the Stranger was the type of person who would neither ask nor demand a Gift, nor would he take, but rather he would give. And she thought to herself that the Stranger was a Giver too. And who better to appreciate a Gift but a Giver?

So she sought out the Stranger, and when she found him, she tried to return the Glue to him.  He thanked her, but said that she should keep the Glue, in case the Gift should break again.  And the Giver said "In that case, you should accept the Glue, for I wish to give the Gift to you."  And so saying, she placed the Gift in the Stranger's hands.

The Stranger looked at the Gift, and said "This is too precious; I do not know if I can take care of this Gift." The Giver said "I believe that you can, and I will stay with you and help you care for the Gift when you falter."

So the Stranger and the Giver took the Gift together, sharing in it and sharing it, and held The Gift Not only in their hands , But in their hearts.

And that was definatly Not the end of this tale , but the beginning of a wonderful new Story,
 which is still to this Day being written. By the Giver and the man, Who is no longer a stranger.  But a Friend Sharing the Givers Path.