I was born into a D/s household. My Father, a strong handsome figure of a man in his early 40’s always single, self-confident and marching to a beat of a different drummer walked into a dance one sat night with his friends. On one end of the dance floor was a petite incredibly beautiful Italian girl with large green expressive eyes and a smile that would dim the sun. Long thick black curly hair cascading over her shoulders and down her back. A line of men waiting for a chance to dance with her. My father 15 years her senior always the bold one, said to his friends I’m going to marry that girl.

They of course laughed and said you will be lucky to get a dance with her. He with a bit of a strut walked to the front of the line smiled at this Italian beauty took her hand, smiled and simply said dance with me. She a bit surprised looked at the group of men waiting and softly said yes. They danced every dance that evening. He asked her to meet him in the park the next day for a date. The sat on a park bench and talked for hours on end laughing and enjoying each other’s company. Suddenly he said “Marry me” she looked at him stunned said you are crazy, then a huge smile crossed her face as she whispered…Yes I will marry you my and you will be my Master. You see I was boring and raised in an amazing D/s household. . A week later they were married. One year to the day after their marriage I was born.
Yes that was my mother and father. They were the most in love couple I have ever seen in my life. Never a hash word did I hear them say to each other they were true soul mates. A Dom and his submissive perfectly in tune. Thus I was also born into a most loving and somewhat crazy Italian family. Sicilian to be more precise. My mother always referred to my Father as Master. He referred to her as his princess or babygirl. A good, kind hard working, loving and most of all strong man. With more inner strength then any man I have ever known. I believe I inherited that strength in addition to living an incredible and sometimes very hard life that only adds to ones understanding of it. My mother would sit at my Father’s feet on a pillow every night and lay her head on his lap, the love very apparent. I was very lucky. It was a house full of love.
My Father strong always at the helm, my mother nurturing and caring for all of us and intensely devoted to my Father. My Father cherished my mother above all else in this world. She was his gift and pride and joy. God help any person who might hurt her. He never touched us kids physically, however a look could destroy us. He also fought in war as did I. He was a hero in his own right, although he never talked about it. I learned of it from his friends. How I admired and learned from that man. He with no schooling self-taught he read the entire encyclopedia by age 16! He is the one who at the my young age of 10 years old "told me" Son a man must have an education AND know a trade in this world to make sure he can always properly care for his family. He was a Master Glass blower from the "old country". I was to start my apprentice. I was so very proud to be working with this Master of the molten glass he would turn into such beautiful works of light and art. HIS family starting with my mom was first and foremost to him. He's devotion to first my Mother then he's family was phenomenal. In our household Everyone was always laughing hugging kissing crying dancing. Sometimes all at the same time! Laughter was a huge part of our lifestyle. It was the way of life I still embrace completely and believe in 100%. A woman to her man is indeed a gift. A gift rare, and to be cherished above all. Most women today demand this. Then bash men for not receiving it when all they need do is put down their swords and attitudes and the men will gladly give they're all to them. When a Dom and his submissive lay in bed at night together his strong arms holding her keeping her safe, protected and he gently kisses her cheek the world is right. The love stronger than any words. For he has that need as do I to protect, care for, provide and love my woman. To lay my life down for her literally. After my Fathers passing my Mother simply said I wish to be with your daddy and died 5 months later of a broken heart. They are now together in heaven. And will be together for all time.

      I was mentoring this new submissive. Her is her account of what it was like when I took her to subpace the first time   ~Enjoy...When Sir first told me about subspace I must admit I was hesitant and skeptical. First of all I am a well-educated logical woman. I hold a high-powered position with a very large company. In charge of many people both male and female. I am in fact “I always thought” an Alpha female. I have always wanted to come home kick off my shoes, title and power at the door. Falling into my Dominants arms and “just be” The story I am about to relay is truth as best I can describe it. I give this willingly to all women submissive or not to enlighten or at least share with them.

                                                                                  Loving of one human being with another is a very fine art. Like any art much thought and control goes into the process. Like an instrument a woman can be played up and down a scale determined by the Master. Unlike an instrument the object being controlled is a living, breathing, thinking and feeling human being. Each one of those processes is controlled. When my Dom makes love to me he does things far beyond anything I have ever experienced. To my heart, mind, body and soul. He makes it all about me then all about US. He knows exactly what he is doing. He study’s my every movement, from my slightest muscle movement, to the look in the purples of my eyes. My breathing, my primal guttural sounds, the flushing of my skin, arousing my erogenous zones I had no idea you even had. Everything means something to Vic. Vic know exactly what he is doing and what he is going to do next biased on how he was tuning into me. He knows the secret of how to feel my feelings! Some say they are not sure if Vic s man or spirit or perhaps both. Vic took the time to study the art of D.s and love in the Far East. He is indeed a Master. The fact is we are all both human and spirit Vic understands. Looking into my eyes last night when he made love to me his eyes blazing green. His smile mesmerizing. His strength and wisdom very apparent. I wanted to surrender everything I am to him. He gently but sternly took me to the brink of release time and time again. Never once letting me go beyond the edge. His lips soft as the touch of an angel or full of passion and aggressiveness, He somehow knew exactly what I desired and needed at any given moment. Vic’s fingers gently stroking or probing deeply, firm and gentle. My body responded to his slightest touch. Even a look from him controls everything about me when I am in this state of heightened desire. My very thoughts are also at his command. He took me to the edge of orgasm time and time again. However, it never occurred to me to ask permission for release. When it was time he allowed me to reach orgasm and beyond. My body exploded into orgasm around us, drenching us both. I could not stop if my life depends on it. I had at least 30 or 40 orgasms. And many different types of orgasms as well over the next several hours. Not simply with body, but orgasms of my very heart and soul. My mind and body on fire with ecstasy. Before this I would probably be lucky to have one or two physical orgasms if I were lucky. I tell you now you are capable of many more, however you may have your doubts. How wrong you will be! How deeply Vic took me into subspace and other dimensions depends entirely on what he wished. His voice low, deep and commanding yet soft and loving at the same time. Sometimes he will allow me to stay lucid though most of our journey into subspace. My body and mind totally exhausted. Floating floating floating…. above the bed looking down upon us, love drunk is a term often used…Our souls rolling and twirling as one…How can he do this? I never wanted to leave this place. Is this place heaven? In a way yes. But even after this Vic only had to lightly touch me and my hips would thrust out towards him. The pleasure so intense it is almost frightening, or it would be if I did not have Master Vic to hold on to and bring me back. I can feel everything happening to my body but truly have no control over it. Only Vic with his voice touch and power could. On this particular session lasted for a very long time, hours for sure for or five hours I would guess. However time has absolutely no relevance there, Vic’s entire focus is on the pleasure we were feeling deep inside your very primal being. Coherent thought was not really possible. The deepest most primal reaches of my person were revealed and exposed for his pleasure. There has been much written about after care or “bringing you back to earth” as some call it. But until now I truly did not understand it. Vic has mastered the art and has the training and ability to bring me back and lovingly return. My scrambled brain returning as I fought to keep it back in my state of bliss. Holding and stroking me continually, assuring me that I was ok and he was there. Small aftershocks of orgasms surged though my body and spirit for at least half an hour. The feeling omg the amazing feelings. How could anything feel this good? I asked myself. I am far more disoriented after some love making sessions then other times, however Vic allows me to be lucid enough to think about what had occurred. Vic’s love and mastery of me is so complete. I responded on every level physical, mental, emotional, and spiritual to his commands. Many different feelings flowed though me though this amazing experience. I felt deep love, surrender, and white hot need just to name a few. Some of the things I felt although amazing have no words. At this time I was totally Vic’s woman, and ached deeply with need of him to love me for life. To surrender to him and do with me as he pleased. This was the most enlightening and amazing experience of my life. After that our session I was exhausted “in a very good way” both physically and emotionally. Vic gathered me into his strong arms where he held me tight and talked to me softly in a low deep comforting voice. His hands never stop caressing you, brushing the hair from my face and a light kiss on my cheek now and then. I was finally safe, loved, protected and at peace like I have never known. I feel into a very deep peaceful sleep. Vic alone is my mentor, lover soul mate Dominant, I cannot wait for him to take me there again. Vic is a very unusual man to say the least. He has the knowledge and experience that holds this key to fulfilling a woman on her deepest level.   

SubTami

This something written about me from the last sub I mentored. He slowly walked around me, touching my hair and cheek. In a deep authorities voice Sir said.
"Who is your Dom?"
"You are my Dom Sir"
"Whose property are you?"
"I'm your property Sir"
"Who takes care of you?"
"You take care of me sir"
"Who will you obey with out question or reservation?
"I only obey you sir.
"That's right. You can get up now"
I was on my knees, head bowed, hands outstretched presenting a bottle of Diet Pepsi to my mentor. He had His hands gently over mine. This was the routine 3 to 5 times a day. The questions were not always the same, but along this same line. This is what we did when I greeted him at the door, presented him with food or drink, before going to bed, and whenever He wanted.
I wanted a mentor who would train me in the ways of a high protocol D/s relationship. Somehow I found Him on a vanilla dating site. I contacted Him first. There was just something about Him...
He was able to fish me out within the first two or three messages. He was good. He asked for my Fetlife profile name. Within an hour he wrote back with some very useful critiques of my profile; my screen name was completely wrong for what I was trying to project, much of my writing displayed a bad attitude that no real Dom would want to touch. He was very direct and matter of fact.
Instead of feeling offended or acting defensive, I was grateful for the advise. I immediately changed my screen name and deleted the bad attitude writings. I then respectfully thanked Him for the advise and informed Him of my changes. He complimented me and then gave me an assignment.
The next day He offered to mentor me. I was so excited! I couldn't stand it.
It was obvious to me from the beginning that this man was no novice. It was apparent He had mentored so many times, that He had a routine. He most definitely knew His way around a submissive's mind. He was like a puppet master. He knew exactly what to do and what to say to get a particular reaction.
Our very first day together, he took me to learn how to apply make up and bought some for me. He offered me other very useful, practical tips on what changes to make in my appearance that would make a big difference. He ordered me to wear full makeup everyday, even at work. I was quickly feeling much more confident in myself and in my appearance.
His kind eyes and gentle smile were not to be mistaken for weakness, for He was anything but weak. He was a trainer there to do a job. He was training me to be a classy high protocol submissive. He was very quick and cutting with corrections.
He was absolutely not physically abusive. His job was to mold and create a valuable submissive. It would have been a complete waste of His time and money to physically damage one of His projects. Besides, He was keenly aware that to a submissive, a stern look and disapproving reprimand are far more effective corrections than any type of physical correction. I'm not the type to cry, yet He easily had me in tears many times.
I learned so much in that short amount of time. I will be forever grateful for His mentor ship and training.