My Dominant doesn’t wear a suit at home, most certainly not in the bedroom. Tumblr and fictional writings would have you believe that a suit is mandatory Domly attire, but our relationship isn’t meant for polished facades and corporate politeness.
Our relationship is built on exploring the hidden depths, the darkness and the light that play beneath the surface of what all others see, and so my Dominant is sexiest when he comes home from work and rids himself of the suit as though it were armour that has been hard to carry in the outside world. Sexier still in the mornings, shirt undone as he stands behind me doing my hair, his tie around my neck as I tie it for him - when we get ready to face another day and infuse each others armour with our love, our strength and our care.
My Dominant isn’t a millionaire. He’s not going to surprise me with spontaneous trips to romantic or exotic destinations, he will not buy me diamonds or drape me in high fashion - but he will always be the escape I need from the world, and he will adorn me with love, tenderness, care, passion and compassion which no amount of money could ever buy.
My Dominant isn’t always serious, he’s not always gruff growls and stern commands. He is made of laughter that seems to carry with it the tone of every happy memory combined, furrowed brows of concentration, spontaneous silly actions that have us chasing each other around the house as though life is really quite simple and joy is easy to come by. His Dominance is asserted with casual requests and silent commands, a quiet, unassuming trust - a deep knowledge of who we are and how I will behave.
My Dominant isn’t emotionless. Cool, calm and collected might be presented in the right time and place, but he is real, and he let’s me see it in his quirky jokes and nerdy joys. He allows me to see the spectrum of his emotions, good and bad, he doesn’t fear letting me see elated joys and passions, nor does he fear needing my shoulder to cry on on harder days.
My Dominant doesn’t always have flawless execution, he makes mistakes and sometimes his plans fail - but he always admits it, he always holds himself accountable and he knows that because of this there will always be forgiveness and we will work together to fix whatever may be broken.
My Dominant is not a God, he is not the fantastical stereotype many portray and seemingly desire.
My Dominant is real, he is more than I could have ever imagined and I would not trade a single ounce of my real Dominant or our real relationship for anything in the world.
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