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6 years ago. Sunday, July 21, 2019 at 3:32 PM

When you kneel a sense of Pride Becomes Of Me. When you gaze up at me for my approval I see how much it means to you that you get it, and something happens to me at this moment.

A deep appreciation for what was always lacking before and all the other people that came before you is realized by me.

A very, very deep appreciation for you is felt- right then and there. My heart and head slow dance in perfect symbiotic Harmony.

Sometimes it is hard when you have a platform full of self touching submissive women to try to convey what it actually feels like to be a Dom.

What thoughts actually go through our minds, or at least my mind, during the most intimate of times.

I imagine that some people may think that there is this testosterone-Laden blockage of all Complex thought is our brains are filled by some rage-induced mental state a kin to how we felt right after a fist fight with another man.

Any man who has had his fair share of fist fight in there youth know this feeling well. The truth is the opposite.

I see things as clearly as I ever have when I am full of rage and passion with you.

As I witnessed you on your knees me slipping the collar around your neck and observing the total pleasure that you are deriving by releasing yourself at this moment I am in a mental zone of zen-like clarity.

Then I'll tell you that you are a "good girl" because I mean it.

I'll tell you because I know you love to hear it, but to be quite honest words just don't really do justice for what I need to express at that moment.

You have given me a gift of your deepest State and I feel an obligation to give you mine in return. An obligation may be the wrong word, a warrant in a need to expose my counterpart vulnerability or what I feel.

So I snap that collar around you,with care.

A pull that leash with love. I look down at you while you kneel, though somehow we are equals Still.

And that is when I click. When something snaps, when I become, my best me.

Clarity and rage,and passion and aggression and fervor and adrenaline and skill and desire all mixing together as I make you cum with a motor behind me like a goddamn motherfuking jet engine.

Nothing in the world would or could slow me down now.

You are mine,

I am giving you the best part of me.

Strap-on that seat belt kitten because you are in for, a ride now.

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