I suppose that I have been a bit cryptic with my description of the relationship between Miss and I.  We are a part FETLIFE and in that community it isn't so necessary to have to lay out what the perimeters of our love relationship are.  However, Miss said that it would be exciting for people to hear how I feel emotionally about things that we do together that would horrify some and thrill others.  

In the Fet community we are an odd couple.  We don't have particular fetishes that you could point to, like leather, bondage, spanking, etc.  We use those elements but they are not what thrills us.  My Miss' fetish is being submitted to with a joyous heart.  That is, she doesn't want to drive her submissive to obedience.  She wants to experience whole hearted, joyful submission from her slaves. 

When we began talking online, it was clear that she was someone I needed to talk to.  I joined FET to find a Master because I believed that they were capable of giving me challenges to test my submission.  You see, I am someone who's fetish is submission.  It doesn't matter what form it takes.  There is only one thing that must be true to be truly submissive.  It must be something that costs me as the submissive to do.  There is no submission in doing or allowing something that you enjoy.  Indeed, things that were once challenges to me submissively, have now faded into our play because I enjoy them too much. 

For both of us, we realized we were a perfect match and we began to go to FET events more and more.  When I went to her home for the first time, she met me in front of her house on a cold November evening just after dark.  She lives in a beautiful but modest home in Dutchess County (I go to college in Poughkeepsie).  She had me park in the street, instead of the driveway, which was about  30 yards from her front door.  She got my car door for me and had me stand at attention in front her her.  She asked me two questions.

"Do you trust me enough to let me pleasure and discipline your body anyway I want to this evening?"

"Yes Miss," was my instant response.  I loved the ritual nature of the inquiry.

"Will you trust me enough to obey anything I ask of you so you can get the best submissive experience I can give you?"

"Yes, Miss."

"Good girl.  Take all of your clothes off." 

There I was at the edge of the Rubicon River.  I wanted to march into Rome but there is still old issues of propriety, of being a good girl who doesn't do that sort of thing.  She skillfully in two questions brought me to the first act of submission that would cost me.  We were in a suburban neighborhood.  Down the street, I could hear people getting out of their cars to go to evening Mass.  It was dark and there was little street lighting.  She had taken this into consideration.  It was always going to be about trust.  I hesitated for only a moment and stepped into the shallow Rubicon River, quickly peeling off my clothes as she instructed me.  Once I was naked in front of her, I just kept my eyes forward hoping that my car shielded my nudity from anyone peering out their window.   She had me kneel down and fold all of my clothes up neatly, which actually made me feel a little safe because I was harder to see.  The she instructed me to walk to the front door with my arms folded behind me at an even pace, two steps behind her.  It was the longest 40 yards I had ever walked.  About halfway up, a car passed, stopped at the nearby corner stop sign and then went on.  I was sure they were looking at my bare bottom.  I stood at the bottoms of the short stoop while she got the door open and then walked thankfully inside.  Once inside, she sat my clothes down and bent me over and gave me a brisk little bare hand spanking, which I would learn was a role affirmation or "good girl spanking".  It really only stung lightly but was a submissive way to receive her approval.  It was our first act of mutual trust.  Me trusting her that she would keep me safe and her trusting that I would obey in a scenario where there was ample risk for me.

The entry into the house and the subsequent "Good Girl Spanking" was exactly what our fetishes needed.  We both found that we were enormously aroused by the ritual and it became one that we continued for a long time before we decided to move to complete power exchange and I moved into her house and commuted to Marist.

 In the future, I will continue to share more about our love relationship.  Some of the things that I do to serve my Miss will appall some people, which only fuels my desire to do more for my miss.  Eventually, some of these expressions of my submission will appear in the galleries.  There are some things that I have done that I can't write here.  If you contact us and share something similar we will share ours, including the more taboo stuff.