Asia
From the moment I stepped onto the plane, it was like everything wasn’t real. The people on the plane who chattered away. The stewardess who gave us all the speech about what to do if the plane crashed. The man who was sitting next to me who smelled like cabbage and sausages. Nothing seemed real.
Then I seemingly floated off the plane and made my way through the terminal until I found a man who had my name on a sign he was holding. I had one carry-on bag and my purse. I was told I didn’t need to bring anything more than my personal products, my birth control and my identification. My Dom would provide everything else for me.
It was like a fairy tale. One where I was the princess who was on her way to meet her prince. We’d marry and have a happily ever after life.
Only that wasn’t
