It feels like it comes when I least expect it. Almost like…waves of the ocean. Hard. Soft. Ebbs and flows.
I sit here, in the middle of my day, and Dommy feelings overwhelm me. Pull me into a dreamscape.
All of a sudden I want to create a realm of our own, a realm in which we can strip away societal conditioning and masks and false pretense and chase the feelings that swirl within us freely.
Somewhere in my twenties I looked back on my teen self and realised I was primal - drawn to being animalistic and naked and free. Now I look back on my twenties and realise just how captivated I am by pet play. Primal energies. Free spirits inhabiting an animal they are drawn to.
So now, nursing a coffee and a racing mind, the realm I illustrate with the colours at my disposal is this: We’re sitting on the couch watching a movie. I’m thinking Labyrinth or Hook or The Dark Crystal. Something fantastical and wonderful.
Maybe you (I say you not for any one soul but for the hypothetical submissive in this here dream realm ) are naked, collared and leashed. Maybe by my feet on your own little pillow. Maybe beside me, what are you drawn to?
Maybe you’re wearing cat ears or a tail or something else that scrubs away at shame and expectation and lets you simply exist and feel in the moment.
I write all this and I feel an overwhelming pull to reach down to your head and give you head scritches. Feel your soft strands of hair slip through my fingertips. Hear you coo happily or nuzzle my knee or shoulder or wherever you want to be. Whatever pulls you forward.
Maybe that night will end in jizz-soaked, sweat drenched bliss - where cum and drool and biting all create ecstasy together — but right now, for the next length of the film, this right here is the moment that comes to my heart and mind first. Two animal beings that found each other, happy and finally at peace.