I want you to struggle.
When I have you pinned to the wall, your wrists held tightly in my grip and over your head, I want you to try and break free. You will twist your wrists, arch your back, and I will feed on your anger and your fear.
Because the more you resist, the greater my need is to possess you.
I will leave bruises on your wrists as a reminder. You will find yourself unconsciously touching them as you go through your day and you will remember how it felt to be completely at my mercy; it wasn't the way I held you still, the way my hands wrapped in kind cruelty around your limbs and throat, or the comfort I offered in the vicious bites left on the vulnerable curves of your breasts.
No. It was the way I watched you, the way I knew you would only offer yourself up after I had stripped you of all other alternatives.
It seems that you know as well.
Isn’t it wonderful that for every need someone has there seems to be someone else with a complimentary and opposing desire? How I long to be your prey…
And you’re right – that part of myself can’t be given, it must be ripped from the layers of social conformity and taken by a man who sees those animalistic lusts in my eyes.
If only i could find a Dom who understood that need…and could state it as sexy and elegantly as You just did. Perhaps You should write an instruction book for Doms. Just a thought from a meager mind. Blessed be.
I placed some of my thoughts on what it is to be a Dom in a link on the right (10 Ways To Be…); but while techniques can be taught, understanding must be cultivated.
Yes, i saw Your thoughts and find them to be completely correct. i’m still looking for the understanding Dom…Blessed be.