My life was colorless, bland, tasteless. I wore my well-deserved guilt like a badge of honor, hiding behind the thick walls I built, never allowing anyone close. Then she walked back into my life. She was too innocent, too pure, too good for the man I had become. Every part of me was screaming to let her walk away, not tarnish her perfection. From the first time she cast her eyes to the ground I needed more. Her submission was an addiction. She had awoken something I thought I had long ago buried. My soul deep need. The need to Dominate her, Master her, push all of her limits. I was the Master, she was my treasured submissive. Yet, she owned me. Every single part of me; mind, body, and soul it all belonged to her. This is the story of my salvation, and the power of true submission.