Thank you for sharing everyone. It has been interesting to find out that a few others have shared similiar experiences on the road that I have, as well as enlightening to find out that we may just be "wired" that way.
I actually beleive that my parents helped to make me submissive. My Sir and I laugh about that sometimes, because there are little things that strike me as similiar between my parents relationship, their relationship with me, my relationship with my siblings and my own D/s relationship with my Sir. Allow me to elaborate, I'll try not to ramble too much .
When I was younger, unfortunately, one of my siblings was sexually abusive. This went on for sometime particularly during times in which my mother was hospitalized (either with the new baby or her heart surgery). My father was working and trying to take care of us, and threats of violence were generally made to ensure my silence. It started when I was four and continued off and on until I was fourteen, so I was molested off and on for ten years.
While this was going on in secret, I watched my mom. She cooked, cleaned, ate last, didn't sit down until everything was done, and worked at her studies. She was in my eyes a sub, and to be honest I spent a long time both envying her and resenting her for not being stronger (I think however if she had been we would not have the amazing mother/daughter relationship we have now). Because she was ill, I was afraid to tell her anything that went on, and I felt the need to protect.
Soon after the abuse stopped, I began looking for a relationship. Something anything to fill the void I felt. I knew there was something wrong, but it's dreadfully difficult to pinpoint anything when you feel ashamed of your own sexuality. I got into several abusive relationships...actually standing up for myself, fighting back against the jerks I was dating and going out of my way to sort out why this was going on.
Throughout the iffy relationships I had, one thing kept standing out...the fact nothing was doing it for me. I felt alone in my relationships (which were not D/s), I felt something was not right or missing always. I met Sir online and when I spoke to him the first time it was as if a little light turned on in my head.
We spoke about collars and what they meant...and I realized very dejectedly that I would probably never get a collar because I didn't know anyone I could trust to give me one.
Because I had essentially been "broken" through my abuse both in childhood and as an adult, I was sure that nothing would ever be able to get through those walls I'd erected and no one would be just right. (Okay so after that phone call I knew my Sir was it) But up until that point, I'd just been looking in the wrong places at the wrong people and didn't know it.

....kind of makes me feel like singing "A Whole New World" from Aladdin sometimes (teehee)