I have been with a Domly someone for about a year. It's taken me this long to realize what I have. When I first started exploring what being submissive meant - I think I was that "wanna-be" newbie girl. Was it something I liked as a fantasy or was it something I wanted in my real life?

I've been fortunate in my travels to meet knowledgeable, patient and experienced friends who set me in the right direction. But I think you get what you give. And for a while, I wasn't giving - instead, I wanted to get. Get tied up, get spanked, get forced. Angelic Zest called it cheap thrills. I don't know - I wasn't sure where to start or what to dowhen I started exploring D/s.

Currently, each time I've been uncertain or obstinate or unwilling, I've been met with patience and careful discipline. For a while, I've questioned if having this 24/7 is really what I want. Sometimes I ask the questions honestly and openly. And all too often, I was a reluctant sub and my actions almost drove Him away.

In the last several months, I've come to recognize what Sir Russell was referring to as that rare Dom. I like to think He's seen in me what's been lurking near the surface and He's taken the time to figure me out. No easy challenge! But now I realize it's time for me to appreciate exactly what I have by honoring and respecting the kind of relationship I'm in and the man I'm with.

They say a good man is hard to find. A good Dom? Even harder. And when you have both? I was going to say lucky me. But it's not luck, is it?