There is something special that occurs to a woman when she submits her will to a man she trusts, that is hard to put into words. As a man, I personally do not know the feeling, but witness it, and in turn share it.
It’s sort of magical.
It’s a sense of relief or some variation of the idea of “relief.”
Although there is a sense of servitude and a genuine display of caring for her partner, there is this sense of relief that accompanies it all. A sense of “oh, fucking finally, I can not worry, let loose, and just be taken.”
I see it in her. I see the conversion of a woman in a state of ‘always on her toes’ to a state of ‘not a care in the world’.
She knows whatever will happen next, will happen, and I don’t have to worry anymore.
As I said, it’s hard to describe, but it’s there nonetheless.
Submissive women. There is something beautiful, strong, and absolutely magical in them.
I feel bad for the man, who is so concerned with the ‘Dom process’ that he misses this critical conversion and doesn’t see it take place.