What excites me in a domme is ‘attitude’. What’s most arousing is the certain knowledge that she has the confidence, the determination, the imagination to get inside my head and fuck me up. The knowledge that she knows what makes me tick, knows how to dig down deep to where all the edgy, dirty stuff is. And then knows what to do with it when she’s found it. My head spins with desire if she can make me feel her power, if I know that she doesn’t give a damn if I’m whimpering with pain, just so long as she’s enjoying it. In fact, she likes whimpering, moaning, even crying out loud, because then she knows she’s getting through to me. She wants me to face the fact that there’s nothing she can’t do with me if she chooses, that she has no scruples, no fear, no mercy.
This really gets me off also. Knowing that a dominant partner knows my deepest longings and desires, the ones that I won’t breathe a word about but LONG to have forced on me. As a submissive, there’s something wonderfully warm about being able to express them in such context. Make me crawl. Make me wriggle. Make me beg…