The experience at least taught me something. We all have purposes in life, and (though I like to think I have many) one of mine is to serve. Serve and serve wholly a deserving, devestating, strong Master. It is a skill, submissiveness. It is an art. It is a pleasure, a release, a necessity. To me, anyway. Does this make sense? I have no submissive friends, so I fear I'm alone in these feelings occasionally. I do hope I make sense, and possibly that some others feel a connection to this compulsion, this need I have.
As I've mentioned, I have no submissive friends, though many wonderful submissive women and men have crossed my path. I must say, they are some of the most beautiful people in the world. Naturally, not always as beautiful as their Masters ;), but truly wonderful beings. I feel such a connection to those who wish to be dominated like myself - though, the connection pales in the shadow of the connection one can feel to a great Master, yes? :)
Just some words I needed to get out there. I hope all are well!