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.