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 in 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 and 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, as our brains are filled by some rage-induced mental state akin to how we felt right after a fist fight with another man. Any man who has had his fair share of fist fights in their 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 witness 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 Zenlike clarity.
Then I tell you that you are a “Good Girl” because I mean it.
I 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 want and a need to expose my counterpart vulnerability are what I feel.
So I snap that collar around you, with care. I 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 motherfuckin’ 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 seatbelt Kitten because you are in for a ride now.
Also published on Medium.