Domination is an Art
Domination is an Art; A Reverse Sadist, My Pleasure is Your Pleasure. For holding you there at that point for as long as possible. It’ is Not A Desire to Hurt. It does not need to inflict pain.
Originally posted on Love with Domination:
It is addictive. The control. The power.
I don’t need the grand gesture, I don’t need gadgets.
I just need my voice, my hand, your mind and attention to detail.
The hand around your throat, not a threat, no aggression. It isn’t needed. This is not about physical dominance.
It is a signal of intent. The pressure from my fingers enough to transmit my commitment to the moment. The subtle corruption burning your skin, reminding you who you have folded in to.
I hold you there with my words. These have been used all day. Small notes. Reminders. Drip, drip, drip.
Just as you settle back to the day, another nudge to unbalance you. I know precisely the impact, how your body will react. How hard and soft you become in equal measure.
The silence as important as each word. When to send it. When to wait. Such a sweet…
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