The late winter breeze ruffled my hair as I walked downtown. I was just 10 minutes away from our first meeting, and my entire body was electric. I thought back to all those late Saturday nights over drinks after your shifts. Wouldn’t it be fun if I visited and we finally locked a collar around me? Wouldn’t it be so cute to see me on my knees, drinking out of a water bowl?

I only meant it half-seriously, followed shortly after with an invitation to slip into the bathroom and see what happens. But eventually half-serious turned into serious, and when I proposed the idea for real, there was no weirdness about it, no apprehension, no unspoken boundary crossed. I wanted you to dominate me,...