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None other than Doctor Drake Morgan, MD.

I felt a thrill in my gut remembering when I first considered meeting a Dominant and interviewing him. Lara had given me some letters Drake had written to his potential subs, to let them know what kind of Dominant he was and what he expected from his submissive and what he hoped their relationship would be like.

The letters had completely captivated me.

As much as I hated to admit it to myself at the time, the idea of a strong man having total control over me sexually, knowing exactly how to make me feel the most pleasure, was a fantasy. In my everyday life, I wanted equality. But when it came to sex?

Some women liked to be in complete control during sex. Some women liked the give and take of equality.

For me, a strong, intelligent, capable man in control turned me on.

I didn’t know that Drake Morgan had written the letters, because if I had known, I would never have agreed to meet with him. I already knew of Drake through my father, and he was the very last man I would have agreed to meet and interview about BDSM.

So, I went to the meeting, wondering what my Dominant would be like and got the shock of my life.

Life had never been the same since and I was thankful for that.

I picked up one of the letters in the file and read.

* * *

To my new sub:

While you’re waiting for me to arrive, I want you to clear your mind of all the day-to-day troubles you’ve experienced during the time since we last met. When you’re with me, I want you to focus completely on us. Nothing else matters while we’re together. Bathe and prepare yourself for me the way you know I like. Wear the lingerie I provided. Turn off the television and listen to some soothing music while you wait. Imagine the pleasure I’m going to give you, and in turn, that you’re going to give to me. Most of all, you don’t have to worry about anything. I’ll be in complete control. I know what you want. More importantly, I know what you need. I’ll give it to you, and you will be free to experience the pleasure and fulfillment you’ve been craving. I’m going to take you to places physically and emotionally that you’ve never experienced before and only fantasized. I know every inch of you, every fantasy, every desire…

* * *

Even reading the letter now,years after I first read it, my body to responded and I felt heat rise in my core, my heart beating faster.

I was sent back to that day when I first read the letter and imagined what kind of man could be so full of self-confidence that he could write those words so convincingly. The feminist part of me scoffed at the letters — who was this man? He had to be full of himself…

The submissive part of me — the part I’d always hidden out of embarrassment and lack of understanding of the human sexual psyche — responded like Pavlov’s Dog to the sound of the bell.

Drake and I had been married for six years. We had a child together and we had custody of Drake’s son, Liam during the school year. Our sex life had been diminished as it does when parents have children, but we tried to please each other as much as we could, given our busy work and parenting schedules.

But in truth, the few times a week when we felt like it were mostly undertaken late at night and were so very different from our earlier experiences.

Part of me longed for a return to our earlier sex life, but that wasn’t possible.

Not now, anyway.

Maybe someday…

I put the letter on the floor and took a pic of it with my iPhone. Then, I attached it to a message to Drake. I checked my watch. It was now nine thirty in the morning. Back in New York, it would be five hours earlier 4:30 a.m. Drake would still be asleep.

I imagined him waking up and seeing the letter on his cell.

I knew it would make him take care of matters alone, but I sent another message to him after the image.

KATE: When we’re back in New York, I want us to find the time for this once more.

Then I put my cell away, slipped the letter back into the file folder, and packed up the box once more. The treasures inside would remain. I would never get rid of those papers, and those letters.

It was a part of me — a part that Drake helped me explore and understand.

I hoped my upcoming return to Manhattan — or wherever in the New York City area we ended up living — would give Drake and me a chance to rekindle that part of our relationship.

I knew Drake felt the same way, but we had very little time given his work schedule and the children — and my father — to indulge it.

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