“If you are a slave in robes, if all you desire is to bend to the will of men, if you have no experience as a dominant personality, then you CANNOT handle me. You have been warned.”
See, I *should* find that profile text silly and petulant and childish.
But, I don’t. At all.
It amuses me, makes me smile. I find it interesting, intriguing, truthful, with an arrogance that is strangely appealing. This is a man who has had some disappointing experiences, one who is strong and confident, one who will not allow himself to be walked over, one who will take control if she doesn’t. I understand that, I enjoy it.
You might conclude from this that I like to be challenged to somehow ‘take’ his submission, that I like to struggle with him over it, to subdue him with my uber dommeliness. You would be wrong. Totally.
I will not fight for his submission, he either gives it, or he doesn’t. If he gives it, I expect him to do so willingly, to offer it to me on a silver platter, to beg me to take it. I am giving him what he badly *wants*, ultimately, by taking it.
But conversely, he should not offer it easily.
So, I won’t fight for it, he must offer it to me, but he must not hand it over easily. Did I ever mention that I am difficult? Yes, yes, I thought so.
Is that a mess of contradictions? No, not to me.
If I want him, if I want his submission, I will work for it. I *like* to work for it, I enjoy it immensely, I find it exciting and fun. I don’t do that by ‘uber domming’ him, somehow, into submission. I am not interested in those games, that is a falsity, it is not sustainable, it is not *me*.
I do that by being who I am, knowing what I want, engaging with him on every level, and expecting him to deliver. My expectations of him rise as we move forward, and he has to step up if he wants to come along for the ride. It really is that simple.
Simple? Ok, not simple. It is complex, but oh my, it is also hugely fun, fascinating, exciting, hot and delicious.