I have been thinking a lot lately about what it means for me to identify as a dominant woman. I find it somewhat difficult to explain, as it’s rather subtle.
A friend once remarked that he thought it was surprising that I’m so dominant, because I’m so feminine. This struck me as completely nonsensical, as my femininity is intrinsically tied to my dominance. My power lies in my smile, my hips, turning heads as I walk down the street and knowing yes, you want me.
Certainly, I enjoy being bossy and sadistic; I’d like to tie you up and hit you with various objects and make you serve me. I love to do this, but that’s not the core of my dominance.
It is not that I am controlling you; rather, I am making you lose control of yourself.
It is when I am on top of you, and you lose yourself inside of me, and in that moment you are mine, mine, mine.