Twelve years ago I was in a lifestyle BDSM relationship in which I was always the Sub. It was one of the most mentally and physically stimulating times of my life. The Dom who had me call him Master was very loving and attentive. I felt safe and trusted him explicitly. He would take me to my limits sometimes but never pushed beyond; he knew just how far he could go depending on my level of arousal and never let anything get out of control - plus we had safe words for me to use if needed. Because this was his chosen lifestyle he was quite experienced and never lost focus. He could take me up or down in a second even with just a word, phrase or touch.
Occasionally Master would bring one of his buddies home and instruct his male friend on how to fuck me while Master stood back with heavily muscled arms folded across his chest and watched with a critical look in his eyes like he was analyzing every move and every sound. Master was the alpha-male between the two hunky men and being a true dominant he liked to give instructions and make demands on people but he also enjoyed standing back and watching me being pleasured he said it helped him become more in tune with my responses to certain stimuli, plus he was protecting me by controlling the situation.
The master/slave relationship continued beyond the bedroom into everyday life to a certain extent. I am a manager at a company and Master respected my public image so he did not let our relationship interfere with my work other than having me wear a sign of his "ownership" in the form of a black leather collar on which hung a silver medallion with his initials engraved into it. Obviously I was not truly owned, but because of the collar he did own a portion of my thoughts throughout the day, it did exactly what he knew it would do in that the collar was a constant reminder and kept me in a semi-aroused state as I went about my business. It ensured that I would be ready for him when he summoned me. My clothing style is not Goth, so you may think the leather collar would have looked odd on a woman wearing a business suit or dress slacks with a shirt collar blouse but no one ever commented on the collar. I maintained a separate residence but was at my masters beck and call which was often daily.
It was a relationship many people would have a hard time understanding. But I still get Goosebumps when I think about the power he had over me, the incredible intimacy, the love and trust it took for me to completely submit - it's really a cerebral type of relationship more so than the physical aspect. I know this is contrary to what most believe because while I was in the relationship I had friends, both male & female that begged me to end it. They absolutely could not understand and were afraid Id end up getting hurt. I kept telling them that everything was consensual and that all I ever had to do was say a safe word and it would end instantly period, no hesitation, so I had control and was not being endangered, plus he had many years of experience and knew exactly what and what not to do and at what intensity to avoid any physical damage. Still they implored me to end it and eventually I gave in.
In an unrelated thread member LGX made comments about alpha-male domination and while reading his posts I literally had electric shocks shoot throughout my body the simple word association was just that strong and it brought back the memory of Master.
Oh, in case youre wondering, Master was a very powerful, 62 tall male, 210 lbs of pure muscle and a huge cut dick with a prominently ridged head (9 long x 6.25circumference, and his hunky friend was an excellent 7 x 5.5) which helped me commit to the relationship initially and Im really glad I had the experience. I've never regretted any aspect of the relationship while we were together.
On the flip side I've been in two relationships where the men wanted me to top them - which I did with no problem. Interestingly both held high ranking positions in their businesses. They said it was nice to be under someone elses control for a change and I had the impression that by giving up their power to me they were releasing the pressure they felt in their jobs. But I should note that I did not get the same degree of satisfaction in either of these relationships.
Other more "vanilla" relationships have been that of equality with no clear delineation and have been the longest lasting, but still the one that was the most intense and remember able was the relationship with Master.
All this said I'm not sure if I would be called a Switch or a Sub. My position in the workplace demands that I assume a dominant role; I have a lot of inner strength, including a strong personality but am a peacemaker and do not tolerate discord in my life. Plus I'm very independent in all aspects of my life and not afraid of new experiences so I guess like many others I am conflicted, or maybe it's those dominant traits that help balance the submissiveness that lurks below. So what do you think, would I be a Switch, or a Sub? Any opinions out there?
Ill wait to hear if anyone wants to offer their opinion before I cast my vote of Sub or Switch.