In the beginning..........

I was happy or I thought I was!!

I was in a Master/submissive relationship with a very lovely Man, but our relationship was mostly on-line with very infrequent meetings. He lived 300 miles away from me, and had His own family 150 miles further on from here.

It was too difficult, He said.

So He instructed me to find someone closer.

I didn't want too, I didn't need too, I was OK the way I was.

None of these arguements made any impression on His thinking.

I did, in His words deserve more.

And so, like a "good sub" I did as I was told.

It didn't take long, with in a day or two I had 70 replies to a profile on a dating site.

And so, I began to sift through the e-mails.

One stood out - I had added a tag line to my profile - "a woman's submission, the greatest gift a man can receive" - and the e-mailer had responded to it.

I suddenly had the feeling that I might have found someone. We continued with the e-mails.

And then something began to spook me, He was very aloof, very serious, very stern.

I was a little scared, and my original positivity was shaken.

He was too dreconian, too intense, it seemed He took himself too seriously.

He sensed I was unsettled, and asked me why. I told Him, and He accepted my reasonings, but did His best that He really was a nice guy.

And so with those reasurrances I agreed to meet Him...........