Through dominance, as a man you enable your submissive to embrace her inner selflessness to provide a depth of intimacy not discovered otherwise.
Her passivity is a genuine gift from God. Her inner strength weakened and emboldened simultaneously. Watching a woman scoot across the bed in genuine fear while completely content in her safety is one of the best moments in life that doesn’t make sense. She wills herself to you while running away.
That’s when the anger kicks in, for me at least. You grab the little bitch that you adore by her fucking hair and reign hell down on her. Slap anything you can and make her feel your absolute passion like a truck hit her when you drive yourself into her like you were born for nothing else.
Make her cum a few times over and afterward now it’s time to make that little bitch feel like the woman you can’t live without. Total appreciation.
Because, the reality is, when it’s the right person, you can’t live without her, and then it sinks in, and you yourself realize that it’s she that had the control the whole time.