My mistress has instructed me to write to you and tell you of the many changes that have occurred to me in the past year.

Elena is my life, my love, my eternal everything. I observe her each and every command with absolute obedience. She is entirely responsible for all the happiness that now suffuses my life.

When I first met Elena I was lost. I was married to a man whom I thought I loved, lived in a dreary little suburban apartment and worked as a temp for basically no pay. At that time Elena was an important client at the firm I worked for. Elena says now that the first time we met she was immediately drawn to my hot, lithe body. What I vividly recall is how those gorgeous emerald eyes virtually undressed me, garment by garment, as we spoke. Just talking with this intense, confident woman brought out feelings in me that I had never known I could experience.

Even as I accepted her rather forward lunch invitation, I already knew who held the power in our relationship. I had never felt such total security in all my life.

Before that beautiful day had ended I found myself writhing on Elena’s cool satin sheets, a wonderful contrast to the heat she created inside me. That was the first time I had ever been fucked by a woman, but I knew instinctively it would not be the last. Over the days that followed, my life began to evolve as our passionate romance spiraled onward. My mistress began to peel away the so-called truths of my life and, in the light of her intensity, revealed each of them as the fallacy it was. I could clearly see the signs that pointed to the end of my marriage.

Elena urged me to come out, and with some trepidation, and with her help, I eventually did. In so very many ways I would not be who I am without her. Realizing I was gay was just the first step along the path that was set for me. Elena had sensed immediately that I was a submissive, and she intended that I should immerse myself in the role. I soon found out that in fact it was no role, but what and who I actually was meant to be. Over time my mistress trained me to become her perfect life mate, both physically and mentally. She changed me, making me over into the exact image she had in her mind. In the weeks that followed, I was transformed from a somewhat ordinary blonde to a long-tressed, sultry redhead, with very severe bangs. We both now see red as my natural color, and I maintain that condition in all ways, even down to my pubic hair.

I also acquired a voluminous new wardrobe, one which shows off a considerably greater amount of skin than I’d ever dared to expose before. Elena continued to guide me through this transition, encouraging me to flaunt my barely clad body for all to see whenever we went out in public. She created the perfect paradox, encouraging this brazen behavior while effortlessly balancing it with the subtle spectacle of her power over me, the slight glance or delicate touch that told the world that I was hers and hers alone. For now and always I do truly belong to my mistress, and love her unconditionally with all of my being.

My transformation was completed when I accepted my lover’s ring — this being just one of the many piercings I received in my nether lips. And now that marriages between same-sex partners are actually legal, my mistress has teased me with the thought that one day we may actually be wed.

But whether or not that comes to pass, I know in my heart that we will always be bonded.

— B.N., Augusta, Maine