Are you dominant or submissive

These days I see myself as a guy who could be a light dom If there is such a thing. Choosing panties, posing her for pics, guided fun, lovense, a bit of a voyeur. I’ve never gotten the opportunity to try it though.
 
Late to the party. But I've always been dominant and that has been reflected in both my sex life and professionally.

My pleasure has always been tied to my girl's pleasure which in the distant past has led to some fairly extreme scenes. Even my wife of 40 years has been tied and taken though that's long past too.

In the old days, one had to go to the library and read up on it. Now the resources here and elsewhere on the net make it easier and safer for those starting out.
 
My girlfriend has the masculine sexual role which consists of being dominant sexually and using her cock to fuck and inseminate her partner. I have the feminine sexual role which consists of being submissive sexually and allowing my holes to be used by my partner in fucking me. My asshole is used to fulfill the function of a female cunt or pussy and that is how I have come to think of it sexually.
 
I love the role of being submissive ,,,lead into some BDSM or non consensual ...
I recently rediscovered how much I miss the scene.

The young lady I was talking to and I got to know each other very well, and when we met it was an amazing if all too short three days. Reminded me of how much I enjoyed that dynamic.
 
The Ruin in His Kneeling

Yes, he kneels for me. But the meaning runs deeper than the act of submission. His knees touch the ground not because he is lesser - but because he trusts me to strip him bare and build him again.

Yes, my name is branded on his body. But that mark is more than ownership. It is a warning and a promise. A scar that says: he is mine to protect, mine to destroy, mine to resurrect.

To lead is not to take.
To command is not to consume.
To be a Domme - at least as I live it - is to cradle his surrender in one hand and press my hunger into his skin with the other.

He gives me his surrender, and I give him my responsibility.
He gives me his obedience, and I give him my hunger.
He gives me his heart, and I give him mine - fierce, relentless, unmerciful in its devotion.

And so when he kneels, the world may see submission -
but what I see is a man quivering in the heat of my gaze,
aching for the graze of my nails,
burning for the drag of my lips,
a man undone, ruined, and remade in the fire of my touch.

(Reposted from The Art of Getting Lit Laid)
 
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