What is it, to be Dominant? Well,
it depends on you who ask. For some,
it’s hairpulling and handcuffs. Spanking.
Making her call you Sir or Daddy or Master.
Making him call you Mistress. Goddess. Queen.
It’s tasks and rules and rituals. Wearing his
favourite lingerie, caging your cock
on her whim. It’s pieces of a jigsaw,
placed together a square at a time.
That’s not my definition. To me,
it’s who you are. It’s a mindset, a way
of being. An instinct to take the reins
and hold them. To guide, to nurture.
To mold. It’s control, and confidence.
To be unashamedly the Master, the
Mistress, and have her, or him, yearn
to please you, because they want to
bask in your praise. Be in your presence.
Because they want to yield to you, safe
in the knowledge that you’ll lead them.
It’s a fantasy, impossible boots to fill.
Perhaps I should have stuck to the jigsaw.