One Year.

I just realized it’s been one year since I told my wife I was submissive, and today is the six-month anniversary of the time she let me be submissive in bed, and the five-month anniversary of the first time she dominated me.

Five-months. We’ve been doing this long-distance BDSM exploration, this revelation of our dark sides — this reveling in our dark sides — for five beautiful months.

And I can safely say, I’m where I want to be. I’m who I want to be. I feel like we’re still growing, still learning, but that I’m capable of saying, “Hey, this is who I am. I’m not just experimenting any more, not just getting my feet wet. BDSM is now part of my life. Barring unforeseen circumstances, it’s not going anywhere.”

More to the point, I can say this: