The captain just announced that the final descent had started.
“Am I really doing this?”
This was the thought running across my mind. Flying across the country to be in submission for a weekend. So many thoughts were running through my mind. Can I do this? Do I want this? What if he is crazy?
My mind went back to the last few months of conversations and chat. I gave him all he needed to humiliate me and gave him instructions on how to do it. And now I was flying out to see him. To be put in my place, and submit in a way I have never done before. I had given many of my most closely guarded secrets, and fetishes. I knew this meant that I would likely be submitting in ways that I had only thought and dreamt of. As i pondered this, I realized this presented its own problems. When I thought these things, it usually ended with getting myself off. But now someone else will know these same thoughts, and be able to use them against me. The worst part was knowing that I asked for it.