When I lost my husband, I thought I would never be close to a man again, but I found an American man with kind hands and a dark mind. He doesn't want me to surrender my faith, as long as I surrender my body. The first time I offered it to him, I discovered something that I thought was lost forever: I craved him. He awoke something in me with the ropes, the commands, the way he owned me. With him, being submissive and obedient wasn't degrading. It was empowering. I didn't have to find a husband after all. I needed a master, and I found him.