Ah, the battle cry of the s-type: What Does My Dominant Want?!
I don’t know about everybody else, but I know what I want: I want my mane fluffed.
After a hard week I want to be led to a comfortable chair
the biggest, most thronelike chair with a commanding view of the room
And I want to be served something to drink.
maybe something from Starbucks, but a decent Bordeaux never goes wrong, either. Preferably with you on your knees.
Flit and flutter around me. Offer little conversational bonbons for me to enjoy. Tell me things.
Things about me. I do love to be praised.
Until I tell you to stop fussing and get over here.
Don’t forget to bring the leash, my dear.
Kneel down by my chair. Let’s be quiet and enjoy the sunset out the big window, shall we?
We could stay there forever. But you know we won’t. We’ll just stay there for as long as I want.
Good girl.
Published on January 04, 2013 14:24