Most people who know me would not consider me submissive. I don’t really consider myself a submissive. In spite of this, four years ago I did find myself at the end of a leash, wearing only a collar, being led around like a dog as I crawled on my hands and knees. Looking back on those days I realize that this was the result of a perfect confluence of circumstances. Had the timing not been what it was, those days would hav...