intelligent, educated, self confident woman and slave. A paradox?

Sometimes when I have made the effort to sort through the many time-wasters on the collarme website, do I come across someone really worthwhile and promising people. I have met some of them for real-life encounters, and some develop into close friends within a dom-slave framework of course.

My problem is that I sometimes get a response saying that people have a problem understanding how I, who come through as an intelligent, modern, self-confident woman, also can be a slave. The two mind sets seem to be in conflict.

How can I explain this?

Yes, I am intelligent. I'm no genius or particalarily brilliant, but I do posess the kind of intelligence you find a lot of in any university. I do have a Masters degree. I work and I perform well in my job. I have friends who are much like myself. I love to be with them, talk about current issues and generally solve the worlds problems :)

Sometimes I go into slave-mode. It is almost as if I change personality. It is important to explain that this side of me is no less real, no less me, than the other side.
I become this all female sexual being with a total craving for being handled, commanded, punished, used, exhibited, humiliated. Whipped, caned, restrained, manipulated. A total desire to crawl before my masters, naked, available, obedient and subservient to his/hers/their wishes.
This is the sexual me.
A servant, object, piece of property, slave.

You may well ask, how do I reconcile the two?
I don't!
I live them out separate. This is actually much easier than it sounds.
When I have come to the point with someone where we have agreed to meet, there is generally two ways to do it. We meet, we go to restaurants or other more or less public places. We get to know each other, become friends if we're lucky, and maybe from then go into a master/slave mode.

The other way is that my master/s pick their slave up at the airport, railwaystation, busdepot, whatever. I am dressed according to instructions, greet my betters subserviently and politely, a quick, descreet inspection follows, I am transported in some fashion to my temporary home, my clothes are packed away.
From the first moment I am a slave whith all that it entails.