Before I met Master, I knew very little about BDSM. I knew nothing about Dominants and submissives. If you asked about my personality, I am Type A. I like to lead. Most of my life has been about maintaining Control.
And then I met Master, who is charming, self-assured, sexy, flirtatious, kind and supportive. I fell in love. Master was completely willing to have a vanilla relationship, or just incorporate some BDSM play into our sex. But that wasn't what he wanted. He wanted the lifestyle. He was a Dom and wanted me to be his sub.
Master's original request did not go well. He gave me a broad list of general rules as an example. I saw them and my stubbornness and pride kicked in. I did not like the idea of giving up power in a relationship. I read the list and then said a flat out "No!" This was followed by a faily long diatribe on all the things I thought were wrong with the rules and Master for even asking. His response was just to hold me and say ok, and we went back to our previous relationship. We continued to get closer, falling more in love.
We were very happy. I am the one that brought up the D/s relationship again. I knew that Master wanted to live the lifestyle, that it would make him happy. And the more I loved him, the more I wanted to make him happy and fulfill all of His desires and fantasies. So we talked and negotiated. I finally understood that He wanted to protect me and cherish me - not boss me around. The only rules we have are those that we both wanted. Fifteen rules, but our relationship is based on trust and respect. I am free and encouraged to talk to Him about anything and everything.
So I became Master's submissive, not because I am a natural submissive. But because I love him completely and totally. There is not another man that I would ever bend a knee for, but He owns me completely. I discovered true joy on the day I let my Control go. I love you Master.
