I am in my most dominant headspace when a man fully submits his physical self to me.
I am in my power when he has given me permission to touch him however I want to and he does not shrink from that when I reach out.
It’s not simply because I can indulge in my bondage and other fetishes.
It’s when we can be sitting somewhere and I can pinch the inside of his thigh, or twist a nipple through his shirt. When he knows if he goes in for a quick kiss I might grab his lower lip between my teeth and hold on. When we are in public, but not seen, and I can slip my hand between his legs and roughly rub him with my thumb.
I shake sometimes, almost overwhelmed with the desire, the need, and the access given.
I don’t know where this comes from. I am a sadist in the dictionary definition of the word but this is more than just someone letting me take a cane to them. That physical submission has to come with a deep and true trust. When these stars align I get tunnel vision – he becomes an object of exploration for my senses. He is objectified but is both just an inch of flesh and also the Universe.