I am recognizing my deep-seated need to submit to a superior female. Note the word “superior”. Just as dominant women place no value on a man who indiscriminately throws himself at the feet of any woman, I place little value on fake dominants who, like their male counterparts, put on the “alpha” facade but don’t have the figurative “balls” or brains to back it up. If you have the intelligence and character to back your bossiness, you can have me like putty in your hands. You can treat me in ways that I’d never let a man treat me, and I will shake with adrenaline and burning desire for you, and only you, my undoing, my femme fatale.