Elizabeth handles the daily insignificant details for upper management of her company; bosses who are predominantly male. Her final disgrace is discovering her boyfriend in a compromising position with their neighbor, where from that moment she vows revenge against all men. At the recommendation of a friend, she researches becoming a Domina where the mere idea of dominating a man makes her quiver with anticipation. Hopefully, Madame Samantha, one of BDSM’s most reputable Dominatrix’s, will accept Elizabeth’s application for training.

On their first meeting Samantha right away assesses that the woman has no idea what it takes to be a good Domina. She discerns that Elizabeth could not possibly identify a submissive’s limitations when not acquainted with her own; combined with her lack of experience in the BDSM scene. Deciding to train her, Samantha insists that Elizabeth begin from the bottom, literally. However, teaching this novice proves challenging, though amusing too.

Elizabeth’s apprehension at their first lesson is tangible. To acquire the empathy necessary in understanding what a submissive desires Samantha asks her to lie prone over her legs. For the first several swats Elizabeth is furious, but as the spanks grow harder and more frequent, Samantha uncovers her bottom to deliver more swats.

 Disillusioned, Elizabeth continues her lessons though still doesn’t grasp that dominating a sub should breed compassion and trust. Samantha looses what remains of her patience when attending a BDSM club where Elizabeth over zealously wipes her feet on a submissive lying in the doorway, and then insults a police officer visiting the establishment.

I, Domina is a captivating but witty rendition of the BDSM lifestyle. Ms. Morris creates spirited characters that give an amusing flavor to a telling plot. When Samantha introduces Elizabeth to female intimacy, the moment is delightful.