When I first met Adam, I never imagined that one day I would call him 'master' and he would call me 'slave'.
I was pretty sexually inexperienced back then - I didn't even have a vibrator. Over the months, he's made sure that my collection of sex toys has grown. He's rewarded me with nipple clamps and ball-gags. I now have a different butt-plug for each day of the week and a leather collar that I wear behind closed doors. They're all part of my 'uniform'.
The rest of the family still think of us as 'Adam' and 'Cheryl', two twenty-somethings connected only through our parents' long-term relationship - my mother has been dating his father for a few years now. I can't imagine how they would react if they ever found out.
This is the love story of how I came to meet Adam, and of how I came to call him 'master'.