Being me

Since november last year i am e-mailing with T. At first because of our curiosity to each other. Fascination to each others experiences. Bit by bit the contact changes from friends to more D/s and the thoughts of perhaps..... Resulting in meeting each other yesterday.
The power of words. Whois this Man who exposes unfailing the submissive in me. All the time He touches me so deep that it makes me cry. Once because of a mail of Him, after our first telephoneconversation and again at our first meeting in a café. And i am no crybaby. He touches me because He is interested in all my aspects. Not only the submissive or slut, but also in the little girl, Mo the woman in daily life, Momo the creative one. He asks questions, observes and He sees. me. All those aspects of me were there yesterday when we first met, were allowed to be there. i looked into His eyes, got emotional and started crying.