Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one’s courage.

—Anaïs Nin


I arranged to meet my first dom at a bar near my house. He’d instructed me to wear a dress, no panties, and to carry my vibrator in my purse. It was neon pink with a tiny plastic piece at one end that flicked like a tongue—a gift from my husband, who had just moved out of our house. It was July and hot outside. I wore a black cotton dress with a scoop neck that kept pulling down to reveal my bra. I tugged at it and rubbed my necklace, a silver medallion with the symbol of the goddess Artemis on it.