Authenticity demands devotion; power merely shapes it.
I’ve always drawn comfort from contrast. You could say it’s related to having a brain wired for logic, and a face and body crafted by God to bring men to their ruin. Naturally, the desire to dominate fits neatly into this duality.
I find that people like the word Dominatrix because it’s got teeth, but honestly, I just really enjoy getting what I want. Yes, I delight in control and role reversal, and yes, I know how to wield it. But what I’m really after is the game. That exquisitely prolonged tension, the psychological chess match where no one’s quite sure who’s winning (except I absolutely am). Power isn’t something I seize. It’s something I invite you to give me, eagerly, and without question.