Foreword

The coding for this story might be a little skewed. I’ll just say that right up front. That’s not intentional. Instead it’s a result of my ignorance. I am not known for writing stories involving the DOM/SUB or BDSM tags. There’s a good reason for that. I don’t get it. I don’t understand why some people like to endure pain or stifling control, and why others enjoy inflicting it. I know it happens, of course. I just don’t fathom how it works, and how the partners still end up being in a meaningful relationship. I know that happens, too, regardless of my ignorance as to why. I know that subs and masters (or whatever they’re called) do have deep, meaningful relationships and that there is genuine, meaningful, positive emotion involved. I’m sure they’d call it love.

Part of why this is such a mystery to me is because I’ve never known anyone who admitted (to me) to being in that kind of relationship. I’ve traded emails with several subs, and I’ve also exchanged messages with women who said they liked to be spanked, but none of them have ever been able to explain why they enjoy this kind of relationship.