your pinned says "sub-leaning switch" so i gotta ask, what are you like when youre in a dommy mood? does anything in particular trigger it?
I'm a soft dom at best, honestly. I love having an avenue to run my filthy whore mouth through, and I know that most of my power and control in that dynamic is exerted through my voice, when my tone has a bit more of a condescending or icy lilt to it. There's definitely a subtlety to it all - maybe a bit of luring you into a false sense of security too - I'll bring you close and ask you if you're enjoying being put in your place under me; but there'll be a warning in the way I'm holding your throat, keeping you from doing little more than moaning out a pathetic little 'uh huh' for me. It's also not a whole experience without your input. I take great care in sharing this type of connection with you, and I want to give you exactly what you crave that will make you completely melt into me for a while. Are you looking to be treated as my supplicant, my slave, my pet? Would you like to be hurt, degraded, used, punished, praised, denied? I'll work at intimately building you up into the inevitable collapse at my feet once I better understand what you're after.
Because having you submit to my mercy invites even more opportunities for me to express one of the core tenets of my sexuality: possession. I will do whatever I can to lodge myself so deeply into your psyche that it pangs and burns to think of me late at night years on if I've ever left your life. I want to always be front and centre in your mind when you're touching yourself. If you've ever made me cry from pure ecstasy and proclaim that I'm yours until I can no longer think, you will be coaxed to scream out that you belong to me in the same display of inescapable need and devotion to me, my kiss, my touch~ 🌌
But it always starts the same. I'll have you lay on me, arms around my waist, face in my cleavage or resting on my hip just above where I know you so desperately want to be - whichever you prefer. And I will hold you until I feel you finally relax, and sink deeper into my arms, any lingering attempts to hold any of your weight up off of me gone under the feeling of my hands caressing you. I want you to extend that offering of vulnerability and know that it was put somewhere safe. And when I tilt your head up to meet the intensity of my warm, hypnotic eyes, I'll only move to begin thoroughly fucking you to pieces when I see that same adoration reflected back at me in your own gaze.
It's hard to define distinct triggers for it, really. So much of it depends on my mood and energy at any given moment. Tho, while I wouldn't say I'm a competitive person, there is something about seeing someone carry on like a mouthy brat - knowing that it's all just a front - that compels me to want to pin them down and remind them who's in charge. Plus, it's awfully hard to talk back when I won't let you take my breast out of your mouth for any reason whatsoever. And when I'm feeling lower I definitely tend to want to be on the receiving end of violence rather than the one inflicting it, but sometimes I do get upset enough to need that release. And I'll want to explore all the ways in which I can reach into your chest and mark you deeper than anyone ever has. Or sometimes having a Category 5 Ovulation Event is all it takes to have me making how badly I need a baby fucked into me someone else's problem.
Like the rest of me, my inner domme is fluid, it's a gift for those willing to bask in it with me, it's a gesture of my gratitude for your presence in my life. 💜
