14 Dec 2007

Why A Dominatrix?

I controll men.

It has always come naturally to me to get men to do my bidding. It is not something I brag about, it is just the way it is. Further more, it is the way that I like it. I am not the only one. There are literally thousands of women out there that dominate their spouses, boyfriends or just the guy they picked up at the nearest bar. There are many more that dream of it.

To make the man so spellbound that he will do anything for her!


First there is a word that needs to be explained. Vanilla. A vanilla is a person who is not engaging in BDSM activities, and no, occasionally tying up your boyfriend's wrists during sex does not make you a non-vanilla. That simply means that you are imaginative.

I used to wish I was a vanilla

Imagine going down to the club, checking out a cute guy and being checked out. Eye contact is made, and you end up on the dance floor. As the night progresses you become more and more intimate and there is actual potential for a relationship. Basically, you have hit it off! Only time will tell what happens from now on, especially if he gives you the right phone number when he leaves in the morning.

-Imagine what? Isn't that the way it is usually done?

Believe you me, it is not easy to find a submissive man at a club, let alone one you feel attracted to. I have tried to be in a vanilla relationship but there is always something missing. I have fallen madly in love with wonderful men, yet found myself wondering what he would look like with his hands tied behind his back, or kneeling before me. I have wanted to create a life with them, but I could never get passed the longing. I would equate that with being a homosexual in a straight relationship. We have all heard the coming out stories; - I tried to be normal but I just couldn't live the lie.

When I was six I managed to convince a friend of mine to pretend to be my prisoner. I hung a sheet over my desk and she crawled into the space under it.

When I was 8 my mother asked me why I tied up the hands of my Ken-doll. I made up an excuse, hearing in her voice that something was wrong, but in my world, Barbie preferred it when Ken was immobilised.

When I was 11 I had a thing for a music group. When I fantasised about our encounter I pictured them hanging from chains, not bringing me roses and chocolate.

I could go on and on about such memories. Fact remains, I am wired differently than most. I never chose to be born with these desires, wants and craving but I am. I have two choices: To try to deny that they exist and forget about them or to live my life regardless of the stigma that comes with being a Dominatrix. I chose the latter.


To me, a bound man surrendering all of his body for my pleasure alone is, and will always be. the most beautiful sight in the world!

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Wonderful to hear your countless memories as a child. I too had the same thoughts, only from the submissive's side. Not exploited, but wanted in submission.