It is time for an introduction. I started a long post about how we got where we are today. Then, I decided that can wait, first I should give you an idea of who I am.

If I had to choose a single word to define myself, it would be submissive. This is not a phase and not a bedroom preference. It is who I am at my core. I have known that I was meant to be submissive since I was a teenager (and that was a very, very long time ago). In many areas of my life, I am strong and capable. I make decisions, I take responsibility, and I lead when necessary. And still, when it comes to Michele, I surrender completely. That surrender does not diminish me. It centers me and gives me purpose.

I live the BDSM lifestyle. I am owned by Michele. This is not something we role play or visit when it feels exciting. There are no scenes. No timeouts. No pretending. This is twenty four hours a day, three hundred sixty five days a year, woven into how I wake up, how I move through the day, and how I go to sleep.

As you can see in my avatar I am collared all the time. Not only symbolically, but also literally. And I wear a cage on my cock, always, but you probably already figured that out. These are not accessories or occasional reminders. They shape how I think, how I feel, and how I exist. They remind me of who I belong to and who I am. They are a part of me.

There is a lot more to me that I’m sure we will get into over time and throughout our upcoming posts, such as the fact that I am a masochist. Pain gives me strength. I am energized by pain. Not any pain, but pain given to me by Michele. I need to receive this from her as much as she needs to give it to me. We fit perfectly.

I am also a slut. I like being used. Sexually and otherwise. I love to serve Michele in any way she desires. Sometimes by giving her a mind blowing orgasm (often more than one) or by doing the dishes or putting away the laundry. It is all satisfying to me. At times she likes to have me do things to entertain her or just keep us connected. Sometimes it is to remind me that I am hers. Sometimes it is simply to keep us connected. Whatever the reason, I do it willingly and happily.

None of this is small to me. Every act, intimate or ordinary, feeds the same need. To serve. To please. To be useful. To submit.

This is who I am. As I said, there is a lot more, the rest of the story will come, no idea if I will. 🙂

Please comment or email if you would like to know more before my next post.

John