How are Master's Made?

This thread over on The Slave Register got me to thinking about how I was made, if you can call me a Master. Quite frankly I only care if one person calls me that and that's Knottygirl. But the just of the thread boils down to the fact that from all my reading and searching for material on M/s relationships, there seems to be an exponentially larger sampling of sub/slave writings than Dom/Master writings. So why is that? We could get all stereotypical here and make a generality that subs are more feminine than doms (so not true, but go with me here for the argument), and that feminine’s have a tendency to internalize more, and an outlet to that could be journaling, diary, blogging, etc.
I think the argument that girls write diaries and journals and boys don't is bullshit to a certain point, it's probably more accurate that girls mature faster and actually examine their emotions more than boys do, and that's a reason for a diary.

But does that explain the ratio of M/s writing perspectives?
Not the feminine aspect. That to me is just an example of a possible way of thinking.
I would like to point out that the original poster of this thread was indeed a slave. So a genuine interest in learning what makes the other side tick, is a valid point.
So there's two questions here; What makes a Master? and Why are they not communicating like the slaves are?

Well here's the answer to it.

We're not gonna let you in on our little secret! LOL!

Actually, I can't speak for the others, cause I don't know them, and I'm one of those types that actually doesn’t like to blog, ok, maybe sorta like to blog!
Ok so let's take at least one answer first.
How was I made?
I can't tell you if I'm a true Master, and in some eyes, I am so not a Master, but that's ok, you can make you're own decisions and judgments, I just liked this question and wanted to answer it. Maybe I'll learn something.
I grew up as the youngest "brother" with two older "sisters" and mother and grandmother. I came from a strong personality dominating family, all women mind you, who were smart business women and smart people. I was used to being bossed around and "lead" around in my early years. To me, this wasn't an issue, since it was pretty much for good and was fun. I was never stubborn or headstrong, kinda mellow and went with the flow. In a big family you have to deal with personalities and changes often and with that many dominant family members, it sat and absorbed as much as possible from them on how to treat others outside the family.

It wasn't pretty. They could be brutal and ruthless. And I learned from them. Now it never was sadistic, it was more a force of personality from our perspective. During my teens I found my niche and started to develop a personality myself. Best described as individual, there were moments of peer pressure and bad decisions like everyone else, but after learning form them I moved on.

I made sure to place myself in positions of authority, based a lot on my upbringing from a family that always had to have an advantage. Team sports were not my thing, I was athletic and could compete in every sport, but to me the team dynamic was something I wasn't interested in. I loved to pitch baseball, hit, play football, basketball, etc., but when it came to organized sports, I had none of that. I guess to me, it was a situation where I would only be a "cog in the wheel" rather than the focus.

As I matured, I gained a better foothold of authority in my family feeling more confident in myself and also took advice and opinions from the others. I have always had a deep respect for women, I never had an issue working for or taking orders from one. Growing up with all the women around me, I had a better understanding on what made them tick, laugh, cry, their interests, their concerns. I was comfortable exchanging with women and had a confidence about it.

I don’t really remember when the fascination with bondage came upon me, but I know that the comics and books I read fed that thirst. By age six I would get a special kind of excitement when I would see Betty and Veronica tied up. I checked out kidnapping story books from the school library, and played “rope” games with my friends.

With my long relationship with Knottygirl, we got into kink. At that time, I wanted to be the sub. I wanted to be tied up, spanked, made to submit. We tried, but there was a disconnect for both of us. In my mind, I figured that it was something that although sounded good on paper and fantasy, in reality, it just didn’t live up to the hype my mind had built it up to be. Eventually, the entire toy collection was thrown out.

But the thrill of seeing a bound woman never left me, and with the internet producing more and more material. My interest was renewed. I examined my life, my relationship, and my personality, and came the conclusion that I’m not a sub. I do enjoy the occasional story of a man submitting to a strong woman, but in my mind that really couldn’t be me. I guess what really stopped me from pursuing this until recently is that I always perceived women as human, feeling individuals. I was too gentle with them. I controlled myself and held back. I was the gentleman.

But I found out that Knottygirl responded to rougher play and more domineering instructions from me. Our sex life became interesting for us. We got out of the rut. I knew then and there, that we were responding to my dominate personality, and I made the decision to lay it all on the line, and tell her that that was what I wanted. We agreed to explore that, and haven’t looked back.