How therapeutic it must be for a dom. Just think! No matter what is going on in your everyday life, here is in an area where you are completely in charge.
You make all the decisions.
What you want, goes.
L'état, c'est Moi.
But then, like a wee small mouse gnawing at the thick rope that moors the giant ship to the dock, along comes a smart, sexy, creative, and utterly maddening submissive poet, who makes you bang your head against the desk and contemplate walking into the water until it covers your aching head and then keep on walking.
I'm teasing, of course.
The way he teases me.
There is no question who runs this relationship.
And I wouldn't have it any other way.