The right combination

I know when to use my looks.. that is power in itself... not because I have to but because I choose to. Whatever I need I can attain on my own.


The domination / submission interaction is powerful and up until now never lined up for me. It layed dormant within my psyche and played out in my fantasies. Mostly I felt it would never be reality.


There are men that try to exude power externally. But it is soooo clear that it is a mask that covers their true insecurity....oh the stories I heard of one guy killing his dog, or of drinking hard and heavy, of fucking women and leavin them... as if they were worth keeping.....


The men who were so sure I wasn't sure....(do ya wanna??) carrying that air of arrogance. Then once the fucking began they turned into little boys dying for that orgasm. Yeah sure, I wasn't sure if I would fuck them again......... but I quickly came to know.

There was intense chemistry the first meeting.... no surprises there as somehow you know these things.. I found him..........I had to work hard to engage him....and work I did and I loved every minute of it... Part of the reason I persevered is because I knew somewhere inside of me that he was my match and this was all a part of it.

He has a way... a walk.......... a smell, a breath, a voice and a look.......he is strong and powerful.. he is the purrfect mixture of good and bad.

Submission was not a conversation, not a plan, not a negotiation, not a request, not a personal sacrafice.
It just fell into place. Like it was natural..........like it was meant to be.
Me at his knees or his feet. Whatever he wants