Seven years ago I was introduced into the world of BDSM/kink. Fresh from an abusive relationship and having been raised in a household who's values were that of patriarchal servant leadership, I didn't really have any foundation for the dominant (female) position I found myself in.
My boyfriend (now husband) wanted to share his interests with me. I, wanting to be sure what he was asking was safe, was very careful. Between my caution and his patience we grew, we learned, we loved. I love him all the more for his patience and understanding. He let me move at my centimeter by centimeter pace and never pushed anything that I said I wasn't comfortable with. He understood that I needed to approach things I wasn't sure about in my own way and to have the freedom to put it down and come back to it later (or never) if I wasn't sure.
Now, I am comfortable in the dominant I have become. I feel more comfortable in my own skin than I have ever felt. I am grateful that my slave opened this world to me because it was missing. Looking back, I can see it, I see the sparks of who I was to become. At the time I would never have guessed that this is who I would be but I am happy to be here.