Another look at sexual orientation...

Perhaps dominance and submission are themselves a sort of sexual orientation, beyond gender and sexual activity?

~used with permission from FemaleMaster on CollarMe

I've never looked at dominance and submission as being a form of orientation, until I read this quote. It makes sense though. I have always been 'me', compassionate caring and putting others before myself. I was brought up to believe that the man is the head of the house and the wife is there to support him. In college I met someone who lead me to D/s and it all clicked within me. I knew-- deep down I knew that I was submissive. I wasn’t however, ready to accept it. For a while I enjoyed the company of dominants and even had a few power exchange relationships. But in the back of my mind, I always wondered if I could be happy in a vanilla (but still somewhat kinky) relationship. About three years ago, I entered a vanilla relationship and was somewhat happy. I didn’t have that feeling of being complete or even 'at peace' within the relationship. I knew then, that we weren’t compatible where it counts.

D/s isn’t about sex and sexual expressions of submission. It’s not about doing chores or piping "yes Sir" at every opportunity. It’s much more than that to me. Experiencing true power exchange rocks me to my very core. Power exchange isn’t something I “hope” for, it is something I need to have a successful relationship. So yes, it really defines my identity, just as being gay or female would define someone else’s. I should not be ashamed to admit my relationship preferences are those on the other end of the power exchange spectrum. I am just now gaining confidence in myself, and my right to want what I want, to need what I need. I need a Dominant Partner who needs me to serve Him as much as I need to serve Him.

If I am not able to acknowledge how much I am longing to belong to Someone again, but in a way that is much different than I have experienced before... totally, completely, without a doubt His possession... Not a worthless piece of junk he picked up along the way, but His treasure, His joy... Call me vain but that’s what I want.

Listen up vanilla guys and all ya’ll momma-boys, ya’ll can just kiss my grits!