Thank you for agreeing to let me interview you. I've greatly enjoyed reading your blog, "All Mine," and I know that my readers will find great interest and value in your words.

I think that the questions I most often hear from submissive men are related to finding a dominant woman. Can you explain how you met your sissy and how the relationship moved from its beginning to one in which femdom became a central focus?

I met sissy when I was a visiting professor at the university where she was studying for her master's degree and a graduate assistant. My stay there began in early summer and went through the following academic year. At the time, I was actually teaching in Europe and had been thinking of coming back to the US.

When I arrived, sissy was between her first and second year of a two-year program and doing some research. Initially, our paths crossed because one of my peers at the university who was overseeing the project asked me to sit in as an adviser from time to time and, time permitting, provide some guidance to the students. It wasn't until a couple of months later when I was meeting with some of the grad assistants on an individual basis that I got to know her better. I found her very bright, polite, respectful to a fault, confident in her abilities, and overall just a nice person. Our conversations were always professional, but fun at the same time.

After our second private meeting, I began to sense a mutual attraction, but dismissed it out of hand for several reasons, not the least of which was our age difference (I'm late 40's, she's in her late 20's). Why would a cute/handsome young man be interested in me? I felt it, but wasn't quite sure.

After our first couple of meetings, she asked if we could meet more often, just to make sure she was staying on the right track with her work. The correct answer would have been that it wasn't necessary since she was doing excellent work. I agreed, and we began to schedule more frequent advisory meetings in my office. The more we met, the more I sensed the attraction. Intuitively, I also began to identify her submissive tendencies.

The project was also drawing to a close and there really wasn't going to be any need for us to meet. She wasn't going to be in any class I was teaching and our opportunities for professional interaction during the academic year would likely be few. It was around that time that she asked if I would like to meet off campus for coffee sometime. I agreed, and we more or less had our first "date." The coffee date was to discuss sissy's academic future, career, etc.... but I really wanted to see if I were reading things right about her. It was immediately clear that we hit it off with one another. To me, there was little, if any awkwardness that one would expect between two people with such an age difference. I wondered however if the lack of awkwardness was because there was no interest in any sexual or emotional relationship? Was sissy at ease with me because he looked upon me as a "mother" figure?

As the conversation went on, I decided to ask some personal questions and asked about his living arrangements during his studies. After listening to him, I decided to test the waters so to speak, offering him free rent at my place, in exchange for being responsible for all of the housework, my errands, schedule, and other things that might come up. I made it clear that it would be all of the housework and that he might not find that suitable, or appropriate, for a young man. I'll never forget the look on her face. I obviously had hit upon something that both fascinated, and surprised her at the same time. While she hesitated a bit, she finally said, "Are you kidding? I would love that!"

Despite the logistical (and other) possible difficulties that would undoubtedly come up over the next year or so, I knew then that I had found someone with high potential as a live-in sub. The university had provided me with a condo in a very nice complex. It was set up with two bedrooms, with the third being used as an office for me. It had two bathrooms, a separate dining room and a very large living room. There was plenty of room. I also liked things neat and clean all of the time. Although I was alone (I was dating a man at the time that I had met at a function the first week I was here and he occasionally stayed over) there was never enough time to get everything I needed done. I could have gotten housekeeping services from the school, but when I arrived I didn't think it would be necessary. In retrospect, I am glad I didn't.

It took a couple of months, but soon sissy was settled in with me. From there, the relationship evolved quickly. With all of her responsibilities, and my ever-increasing demands, sissy's submission was never in doubt. Soon, I was allowing her to be intimate with me on my terms, making it clear that my pleasure, not hers, was of utmost importance. The relationship invigorated me. It had been a long time since I had felt this way.

I didn't want the academic year to come to an end but knew that eventually, I would be returning to my regular position. We began discussing options before I returned to Europe.