[Reposted from my old site. Original from September 8, 2015.]

“You’re not fucking around!” Her words.
It was during my second session with Ms. DiLetto, and I had just thrown away all the inhibitions I’d been clinging to for years. As a person with a disability, inhibition comes naturally to me; the hours I’d spent soul- (and web-) searching while trying to find my place in the BDSM scene, and while trying to find someone with whom I could explore fantasies and share experiences, are far more than I’d care to count. And it was all thanks in large part to fear.
I can’t imagine a smoother transition from fearfulness to hopefulness as that which occurred the day I stumbled onto Ms. DiLetto’s homepage.
Up to that point, I hadn’t really considered that what I needed the most, given my physical limitations and lack of experience, was a guide. Finding her homepage made it all so obvious: The best thing I could do for myself would be to find someone to break me into the scene; someone compassionate; someone with patience; someone playful; but, above all, someone accommodating. All of those qualities – and many others – were right there, hovering above the surface in perfect detail on Ms. DiLetto’s website.
She had to be the one. And I had to write to her.
This cannot be understated. To say that Ms. DiLetto is sublimely gorgeous and superbly talented is not enough. She is also one of the most helpful, responsive, accommodating people I’ve had the pleasure of spending time with, across all professions. I take a lot of pride in my own work ethic, and to meet someone who mirrors that passion and drive and willingness is simply beyond refreshing.
Let me close by going full circle. Hearing those words during our second session had an impact on me, and likely one that Ms. DiLetto did not foresee (who can say for sure, though?). The comment didn’t even strike me until hours after the session had ended and following a good deal of reflection. Now, as I write this, those words are all I can think about. In a world comprised of a seemingly infinite number of difficulties and physical impossibilities, being told – and with exclamation! – how well I’d just performed in an activity, especially one of this physical and “alternative” nature, means everything to me. Thank you, Ms. DiLetto, for that, and everything.