I am a slave. I know that this is too extreme for many on Taken In Hand, but just bear with me for a second. I have literally found my freedom in this slavery, and regained my life through this submission. I offer up my story as a defense for submissive type relationships and evidence that some of us are truly better off because of such.
I always called myself obsessive-compulsive, but I don't know what it was exactly. Whatever you call it, I was born with a problem. I set rules for myself. Obviously, I know that this is healthy to some degree. I know it is good to have a budget, watch what you eat, and practice some time management skills. However, I carried it to extremes, to the point where it was debilitating. It was ruining my life. For example, I had such strict rules for cleaning my house that in reality nothing ever got done. I did dishes/laundry for 15 min, cleaned a room for 15 min, did dishes/laundry for 15 min, cleaned another room for 15 min. This added up to 1 hour, which meant I had earned 30 min of "free time". This also meant that I HAD to move on to the next task on the agenda, regardless if the first was finished or not, and regardless if there was another area of the house that really needed to take priority. I even set rules for my social life. I had to call/visit one person a day, no more, no less. I had rules for clothes (wear everything precisely twice), rules for my car (the console must have exactly 8 quarters, 5 dimes, 5 nickels, and 10 pennies), rules for my toe nail polish (change the color the first of every month, but NEVER change it otherwise). I had rules for everything, and complicated systems for carrying them out. What I accomplished from all of these rules was, more often than not, nothing at all. My house was a mess, I neglected family, friends, and pets, and I was stressed out all of the time.
About 6 months into our marriage, my husband became my Master. Interestingly enough, I didn't simply replace my rules with his. If this were the case, I would not consider myself cured. What happened was much better. Over time, my desire to please him overcame my rules, beginning with the house. I knew that he wanted a clean house, so I forced myself to break my rules and just do what needed to be done. It then moved on to my social life. I knew that he wanted me to be happy and truly enjoy my friends, and I couldn't do that out of a sense of obligation to call (or not call). It became easier and easier to shed these shackles on my life, and eventually I was actually living my life again. I no longer live in a constant state of stress, and I am the happiest I have ever been! Of course my husband does have rules for me, but he is my husband first and my Master second. His rules are for good purposes (don't speed, speak with respect, dress modestly etc.). I owe my sanity to his loving mastery and the submission that burns in my veins. My collar is only intangible, but I would not trade it for anything in this entire world.