One of the questions I am asked most often is also the one of the most complex. Though after much introspection I have answered it for myself. I am a Domme simply because my natural dominance has lead me here.
... 400;">My early sensual experiences followed a particular pattern. Each partner grew comfortable with me, as one would a hand threading through one’s hair. A small revelation then shone deep within the recesses of their mind. And the floodgates opened. Their deepest desires, taboo thoughts, things they hadn’t even admitted to themselves laid bare at my feet with a simple prayer... ‘Please’.
Sometimes I answered ‘Yes’. Then I slowly unravelled my partner.
I soon realized that people instinctually defer to me in many areas. From style to healthy life decisions, my knowledge proves invaluable.
Having thoroughly explored my own sexuality, I’ve concluded that I am not interested in the submissive side of kink. I don’t like to be bound or on the receiving end of physical and verbal punishment. Of the few times I’ve attempted it, my only thought was ‘I can do this so much better’. There’s no excitement, no flood rushing through my body.
However, vanilla dates are delightful. Like any lady, I love to be wined and dined. Treat me as gentleman does and we will get along swimmingly. I only play with those who play well with others.
Vulnerability is a gift, dominance a responsibility. As a high power man you have high stress levels, and sometimes you just need to let go. Finding the right person can feel like a quest for lost treasure. So once you find it, hold tight lest another take it away. Anyone can slap, whip, or choke you, but you’ll always feel that something isn’t quite right if she isn’t a true dominant. A sub or someone experimenting with submission needs a firm hand to guide them through the ecstasy.
When you kneel naked before me, sweating in anticipation and desperate for even the faintest touch of my finger...that is when the fun truly begins. Hours feel like minutes. Our time together a waking dream. My favourite part of the first session is watching your nervousness melt into wanton desperation. Despite your urgency, I am patient. I give and take when I so choose.
My only trouble is deciding who is next. What’s a woman to do?