Katie is what a Yankee would call a typical southern gal. She’s pretty, well mannered, classy, well spoken and carries herself with grace and dignity. Yet there is this other aspect to her personality that lured me like few I’ve ever been attracted to. It was this attitude of quiet self confidence. It was this sense of me feeling, almost from the start, that she looked at me as being hers. She let me go a few times when we first started dating. I was unsure about getting into a relationship with a woman that lived too far away. Yet it was me, not her, who kept coming back, wanting to rekindle our relationship. Maybe she me go those times after we first met knowing I’d be back. Maybe she knew that if it wasn’t to be, then it wasn’t and she’d just move on. Fortunately for me I came to my senses and took the risk. Stepping out in faith to get to know her was the best choice I ever made.
If you ever met her Katie you’d never in your wildest dreams know she was my dominant partner and desires me to liver under her authority within a WLM. Yes you’d see her enjoying herself while I did small things for her. Yes it would be evident that we loved one another. Yes you’d see me making sure she was in the middle of a conversation rather than me. And yes, you’d hear her tell the host or others that it was time for us to leave. If you watched us walk away you’d notice that I opened the driver’s-side door for her and that she drove . Unless I did something really stupid while out with her, you’d never know she had this thing about control. Even if you did observe all of this I doubt very much that your mind would conjure up the word “dominant” as one characterizing Katie.