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All my adult life I have been submissive. I have pursued it with a drive and desire that couldn't and wasn't ever hidden. I needed to be on my knees. Serving. Owned. Controlled. I needed to belong. Be 'HIS'.

For the past few weeks I have shed many tears. I mourn the loss of a huge part of me.... I seem to have lost my submission. It hasn't happened over night. Nor was it something I planned. It has been a sad and long slow realisation that all I was and all I knew was somehow ... ...