I hate liars, and yet I was the worst liar of them all, because my family and friends knew nothing about my submissive feelings. I was betraying their love and friendship and I hated that. I desperately wanted to come out of the submissive closet, but it took me years to find the strength. I finally did, and to my surprise and relief everyone was pretty relaxed about it. They don’t wholeheartedly support my submissive quest, though. To them Female Domination is a dangerous jungle where nothing is what it seems. But I’m fine with that, it keeps me grounded. But they’re also blessed with a good sense of humour. A couple of years ago for example, during the family Christmas celebrations, my niece gave me a pair of handcuffs. The joke was on me, but I loved my family to bits that evening. Funny thing really, they know the submissive me is there somewhere, hidden behind the facade, but they’ve never actually met him. And they probably never will.
A marriage between a Mistress and a slave is based on love. It’s hard to find, because there are still far more men than Women prepared to walk down the D/s aisle. It’s a Holy Grail Relationship so to speak. But that doesn’t mean we’re not allowed to dream about it. Take the marriage itself for example. It would not be a brutal ceremony, I think. You’re not whipped down the aisle or anything like that. No, it’s a celebration of love, like any other wedding ceremony. The only difference lies in the deeper meaning of these three little words: Yes, I do. It means you’re surrendering yourself to Her will, for better or for worse, till death do you part. And your Lady has to answer the question that says it all: Do You, Milady, take this man to have and to hold? So sweet! You may now slap the groom. Well, that gives it away a little of course, but to hear these words is like hearing the most beautiful music ever written. Yes, sweet dreams are made of this.