Hi there 
Lurker here.
I would like to hear more about your dom. Would you mind talking about her a little? 
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Would you say you worship her?
Not typically. Outside of the bedroom we're closer to equals. The power dynamic typically manifests visibly from flirting when we're in public (pulling my hair, biting/punching my arm, grabbing the collar of my shirt similarly to how she'd grab the collar I own, quiet name calling based around power, etc), but conversationally we don't pull rank beyond reference.
It's more about trust and respect than worship. She is the power figure in the relationship, but she also understands restraint and caters to my needs while simultaneously catering to her own (while I do the same more passively). We compliment and challenge each other very well.
Would you die for her?
A situation like that hasn't come up. I'm inclined to believe I wouldn't.
Are there things you don't like about her and can you elaborate on them if there are?
I'd rather not. It's not only impolite toward her to be public about those sorts of things, but she also on occasion lurks these forums. 
Do you get into fights with her?
It's over half a year of dating later and we still haven't had any real fights. We've been frank and insistent toward each other at points, but there hasn't really been any clashing or name calling other than that of lust.
How did you meet her?
We went to the same high school and both participated in theater, but we were multiple grades apart. She was awkward and I was paranoid and overly judgmental, so we didn't really become anything (even though she had an interest in me at the time). We were both friends with siblings of the same family, so we got to talking through that connection.
When I went away to college, we communicated on sometimes about random things over instant messaging, but there was still no real connection. I mostly heard what was going on in her life and gave her confidence building advice when the time warranted it while a mutual friend of ours would play a "bad cop" role of sorts toward her. She and I played some games together on occasion and otherwise were just acquaintances that would sometimes touch base. We both have levels of Insomnia, so she was at points one of the only people online to talk to during the darker AM hours.
She eventually graduated high school and ended up going to the same college I was attending. During this time I was still either dating or engaged to my on-again off-again ex, depending on when in the timeline is addressed. She and I would watch things like Samurai Jack, Batman the Animated Series, and B movies together after Friday night's Gaming Society ended, and as we kept doing this, there eventually began to be close calls. I reluctantly stayed honest and stuck with who I, at the time, was otherwise convinced I'd be spending the rest of my life with, but as we got to talking we eventually got to the topic of my masochism.
She didn't notice she was sadistic, but rather, I had a hunch that she was first. She had been dating other guys at college who didn't fit her needs, most of them being pathetic guys who wanted to fulfill the dominant role in the relationship... and failed miserably at doing so. I, from having at that point in my life already had experience with a more dominant female-based relationship with a nymphomaniac, suggested that she ought to try taking charge of the relationship instead of having the male figure do it, something she wasn't really familiar with at all.
I noticed that she had an extremely repressed frustration, and that nothing seemed to fix it. This strongly reminded me of my own paraphilia needs, and I suggested that she look into some. When discussing my own, she admitted she hadn't really ever hurt someone physically before. I suggested she harm me to see what it was like, since I'm relatively open about letting people hit me in the name of experimentation.
She went into some sort of maniacal hysterics, a very vivid and joyful expression with this look of power hungry lust. I was pinned, and she proceeded to tear into my skin, even breaking my watch in the process of slamming my wrists into the pavement. After some of that surprising moment, we both backed off in a mix of shock and sexual exhaustion, despite neither of us having made out or fucked or anything of that sort. We began talking a lot more, and I let myself be her pincushion of sorts between classes. Through her I could feel flavors of pain I had never even touched on, while she was able to explore an outlet of her life she'd never even touched on before. She resumed trying to date other people after that, since I was still spoken for, but all of them were too weak to handle her newly budding needs. I'd spend time debriefing her over how her intensity is a good thing, that the fact they couldn't stomach those levels of pain was their problem, and that while it is her responsibility to not go overboard if they need her to stop, they also are clearly not good enough for her appetites.
We became very close and experimental friends after this, as that was the closest I would let us be. Once I was no longer engaged, it was the beginning of something truly hedonistic. I spent a month not letting myself jump into a new relationship to make sure that it'd not just become another rebound, and she was very patient and considerate of that time I wanted. She had very little experience in BDSM until we began dating, but she made up for that with raw intensity and self-driven inspiration. She's since then sharpened her talents considerably.
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