I was poking around a little bit, as I have a tendency to do. And a question (on another site) caught at my attention. "How do you maintain dominance while going down on her?"
Uh. Well, first off, check your vocabulary.
"Going down" does have connotations of sinking to your knees, I suppose. And if you use those words in your own mind, then I can see how it might impact how you feel about what you are doing. Make you feel subservient to the person you are "going down" on. Or before. Or whatever.
So, the first thing I would think would be to work on becoming a more cunning linguist.
I don't "go down on her."
I ravish her sweet treasure with my lips and tongue.
I feast upon the nectar of her delicate flower.
I tongue-lash her into moaning, writhing submission.
I explore her fully and completely at my leisure because it is my pleasure to do so.
And, it doesn't really matter if I'm doing it with her lying back on the bed with my arms beneath her knees and trapping her wrists to her sides with my strong hands, or with her back pressed to the wall with one knee over my shoulder, or if I place her over my face as I lie on my back...
See, dogs and cats have a basic personality discordance. When a dog flips the cat on it's back, they figure the fight is over. They have established their dominance. But, for the cat, the fight has just begun as they are the most dangerous on their back as they fasten their teeth and front claws in and begin raking with their back claws at the tender underbelly.
It's the mindset.
And, frankly if I do have her over my face as I feast on her, she is not dominant to me. Not when I know full well that I can, if the mood should strike me, press her up off me in the moment and turn her body as it would please me most as I continue to take my pleasure of her, and of her pleasure. Perhaps even keeping her knees over my shoulders as I take her to the nearest wall and continue to partake of her delicate pleasure center from there.
I don't know. I don't hold that my way is the only way. I just think, for me, that my dominance of her, her submission to me, is in our minds and our hearts, no matter what position I might choose to enjoy her in. Even if it is with me sinking slowly to my knees once I have her pressed against the inside of the safely closed front door when I can't wait until the bedroom to begin the ravishment of her body.
And perhaps... just perhaps... after three or so orgasms have been wrung from her with lips, teeth, and tongue, I might... just might... deign to remove my own pants and allow her to worship me with her sweet mouth. If it suits my mood.
But, whichever path you choose, may you find sweet moonlight and gentle rain making it a more merry one.
