Switches intrigue me.
I have never given being dominant a second thought until recently.
This environment has afforded me the privilege to speak to a couple of switches.
And their ability to embody both polarities is admirable.
I began to think,
my inner desires have been for a dominant man who appreciates my submission to come and essentially help guide me out of this hell I have built for myself. This marriage and my life as a result.
And then I think,
I can do this. Women do it everyday. They don’t stay to die or burn in the hell, they become big girls and figure it out. And I’ll have days when I feel this. But a lot of the days I am afraid that I will burn and die before I get there. Or that I am not smart enough, disciplined enough, strong enough to survive the traps laid for me.
But a switch can do both. Fem doms are fierce and I wonder if that is a side of myself worth exploring. That there has to be something that I can discover within myself, where I no longer have to be in pain or be a victim. It’s old and tired at this point.
So I have dabbled, and received decent feedback and plan to take the reins of domination again. Researching. I wouldn’t call myself a switch by any means. My natural inclination is definitely submission. It’s where I’m comfortable and where my mind reverts to whether I want it to or not. It was actually quite fascinating that while I’m attempting to be dominant in a scene these small waves of submission slip out.
Im going to keep training this muscle of dominance and see what comes of it. Its definitely a good time. I was very aroused surprisingly. Grateful that I have this relationship and opportunity for discovery.