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Been reading ur blog. U need to stop calling urself a dom. All this lovey crap makes real doms sick. A sub is not for respecting and loving. A sub is for using and thats what they like. Its fine that u love ur girl, just dont call urself a dom. Real doms show dominance, use there sub and leave her laying like the cunt slut she is. Bein all sweet, and all that does is give her power over u, which makes u not a dom.

Hi there, Anon. I almost didn’t even dignify this with a response, but I think you’ve actually given me a good opportunity to say something that new doms need to know, so kudos to you. 

First and foremost, let’s establish something right here and now: You don’t get to tell me what I am, and you are damn sure not the leading authority on what does and does not constitute a dominant. For the record, I didn’t wake up one day and decide to be a dom. I never even thought of myself that way until I met belovedsangi 10 years ago. I always had the characteristics of a dom, sure, but I didn’t ever put that title on myself. That title was given to me by my submissive. SHE is the one who wanted to call me Master, and Sir, and sometimes Daddy. I never told her to do these things. But of course, you probably think I am making my point for you and that if I were a REAL domly dom, I would’ve demanded those things. 

And that’s where you have a fundamental issue understanding the meaning of the title. So let me help you with that. 

A dom does not demand respect. He conducts himself in such a way as to be worthy of respect. 

A dom does not bark commands. His presence is such that he can seduce and command with nothing more than a glance. 

A dom does not raise his voice. He is the kind of man who gets what he wants without needing to. 

A dom is not a braggart. He is possessed of a calm, quiet confidence that is evident in his demeanor, the way he walks, the tone of his voice, and all other aspects of him. 

A dom understands balance. He knows that while a firm hand and discipline are critical in this type of relationship, knowing when to be gentle and understanding is every bit as important. 

A dom is a gentleman first and foremost. That doesn’t necessarily mean that he is a fancy man who values the finer things in life, but he does understand manners and protocol. He opens the car door for her. He orders for her if she is having trouble deciding. He treats strangers with courtesy and respect. 

A dom is a protector. He makes sure that his submissive feels safe and protected at all times. This means so much more than just telling her you will protect her. A dom shows her. He keeps a hand on her shoulder or on her waist in crowds so she doesn’t get nervous. He sleeps on the side of the bed closest to the door so that he is always between his submissive and an intruder. He walks on the side of the sidewalk closest to the street so that an errant vehicle will hit him before his submissive. If anything or anyone should threaten his submissive, he must be prepared to fight for her with the ferocity of an alpha wolf. 

A dom earns her submission. It is not a thing to be demanded, expected, or assumed. And he continues to earn it, each and every day.  

A dom values her submission. Fully submitting your will and trusting your body and well-being to someone takes a kind of strength most can’t imagine, and a dom never loses sight of that. 

A dom understands that being a dominant is 10% privilege and 90% responsibility. He is literally taking her life into his hands. He is accepting the most sacred and important thing she has to give. He is taking her burdens and bearing them as his own, always, every day. 

A dom is consistent. He understands that he can’t just be her protector, lover, confidant, master, etc. when he feels like it. There will be days when a dom is tired. There will be days when he is stressed. There will be days when he is broken. On those days, it is more important than ever for a dom to show his submissive that he is still everything she needs him to be. 

So what does it mean, then, to be a dom? I get the feeling that you, anon, would say that it’s all about making her kneel, having your way with her, shouting orders and using her. Helpful hint: Any jackass can buy himself a whip and bark commands. That’s not a dom. Don’t get me wrong, I do absolutely have my way with belovedsangi. I love it when she kneels. I love the kinky, rough, mind-blowing sex we have. I love to dominate her in the bedroom. But for every moment of that, there are a hundred moments of holding her, of talking to her, laughing with her, gaming with her. There are a hundred moments of making her feel safe when she is afraid, giving her confidence when she is unsure, comforting her when she feels troubled. Those are all things that a dominant does too. 

I love my submissive more than I love oxygen. I love my submissive with a fire that can never be extinguished. I value her and respect her in every way. I treat her like a queen and fuck her like a slave. These things don’t make me weak. They don’t make me less of a dominant. These things make me stronger than you can possibly imagine. There is nothing quite so formidable as a dominant who has found the perfect submissive to fuel his fire. Never will you see anyone love so strongly or fight so fiercely. 

Bottom line, Anon, is this: you sound like a boy playing at being a man. You decided one day that you were sick of women having willpower and a voice of their own, so you decided to call yourself a dominant and seek out some weak-willed submissive who wouldn’t talk back to you or stick up for herself. You are not a dom. You are a jackass with a whip. Classic case of toodomforyou.

Things I never want her to question:

If I want her

If I need her

If I find her attractive

If I desire her

If I'm faithful

If I'm honest

If I think about her

If I miss her

If I feel the same

If she's a priority

If I love her

Things I'd love for her to question:

If that new notification on her phone is me

When she'll hear my voice again

When she gets to see me next

How she'd look in one of my shirts or hoodies

What my touch and caress feels like

How she would fit in my arms

How soft my lips are

How she can steal more hugs and kisses

What our song should be

Why she couldn't have met me sooner

If she's dreaming

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Spoil Him.

Once upon a time, I was an arrogant, self-centered brat who believed my husband was lucky to even be sharing the same air I breathed. I was beautiful, men flocked to me, and he should have thanked his lucky stars I chose him. I’m not even sure why he stayed with me, to be honest. I guess the old fashioned saying “Marriage is hard. If something is broken, fix it. Don’t throw it away” really worked in my favor.

Life got hard, arguments abound, and my effortless beauty started to fade. He’d tell me, I like blonde hair. I like toned bodies. I like tanned skin, and every suggestion was met with malice, resentment and defense. I was perfect, why couldn’t he see that?

Because I wasn’t perfect. I neglected him for my own needs. I saw only my ideals, my problems, and he was never good enough. I wanted everything and gave nothing.

Sex stopped. Love stopped, attention stopped and I felt lost for a long time. Then, when all was almost lost, I started doing the things he asked of me. I cooked our meals, I cleaned our home, I made myself presentable for him in ways I knew he enjoyed and appreciated.

Suddenly, our relationship started to bloom. The winter was ending. His approval, his praise, it made my cunt drip and sex became a drug. Feeling sexy for him became an obsession. He worked hard, paid the bills, provided for our family, and I saw beyond my own conceited pre-conceived notions and appreciated him for being a MAN. And now I’m happy, blessed and fulfilled to be his woman.

Traditional gender roles may not be right for you, but they are for us. I’ve never felt more right in anything I’ve done before than when I’m doing something for him.

And when he says “Get a tan” I lay in the tanning bed with a wet pussy.