The Luxury Of Male Submission

Don't ever tell anyone I told you this, but men have it hard in this society. Expand the frame just a little bit. Everyone has it hard in this society, and women, by far have more obstacles to clear. But yes, our culture is tough on men. More than being strong, which you might or might not be, you have to appear strong. The fear of appearing weak is a something everyone, especially men have to constantly attend to.

How many layers of masks do you have in place so that no one will see the vulnerable, squishy, soft, pile of organic matter that you really are. That's alot to carry,,,,, all ..........the ............time. When he steps into the lair of a dominatrix, however. She knows where the goodies are. He has let her in to what he really wants, his deepest desires that she is held by contract to not ever tell anyone else, in exchange for a fee and his submission to her. He gets to show it. For a couple hours, he gets to be the pile of mush he knows that he really is.

For these hours nothing that he does is decided by him, only what they have pre-negotiated, with limits and boundaries yes, but what happens while behind that door is decided by someone who he sees as a literal goddess. He is happy to do what she wants, and happy that she's the one deciding for him. He's given her that power and he's happy that she's the one carrying it for a while and not him.

In this is true relaxation. Just relax all the muscles and give into whatever the next moment, whatever your goddess, brings. Sit here, lay here, stand here and do what I want you to do and you get the utter satisfaction of knowing that your goddess is pleased. Fuck everyone else. She is pleased with you. Pleased that you were able to be vulnerable, because vulnerability, especially on a masculine figure is one of the most gorgeous things in the world. Real vulnerability, not needy whining. She is pleased that she took you directly to what she wanted and you fulfilled it. There is a connection here, not to her as much as to yourself. Existence is thrilled with you and your ability to live into the moment and do something maybe a little weird, something that you would never have the courage to do or to even let anyone know that you have done.

Also, in sex, same playbook is going to bring about more ecstacy. Alot of men believe good sex depends on them. It doesn't. She knows what to do, and believe me, if it's going to please her you will also be pleased. Go slower, let her take the lead, if she knows where her pleasure is, let her take you there, instead of you just pounding into oblivion and hoping you hit it. If you give her the reigns, you'll learn what pressure and rhythm she's really wanting. Then you can brag about being the pleasure doctor or whatever.

Yeah, if you come into my lair, you get to drop your shoulders, be gushy, be honest about those butterflies in your stomach. In fact I demand it. You get to go on a sub vacation for a few hours. It's ok. We get to live into a luxurious scene, both of us.