[M4F] Drow society is matriarchal and women are expected to dominate their partners. What's a submissive drow woman to do!
You're a proud drow woman, the scion of a noble house, and a portrait of traditional drow feminine power. You're a talented user of various magical arts (all of which men are forbidden from practicing), you've studied the cult of Lolth and plan to enter the priestesshood (a position no man could ever achieve), and you carry yourself boldly and proudly with your head held high (in sharp contrast to all drow men, who keep their heads bowed low, especially in the presence of a woman). And as a young, ambitious drow woman, you'll soon be expected to select a mate from the men bound to your house. Life couldn't be better!
But, if this is all that any Drow girl could ever want, why did it all feel so cruel, so cold, so... wrong. Drow men were expected to be totally subservient and prized solely for their bodies. They were meant to provide pleasure, produce heirs, and *maybe* supply some companionship, though the most traditional houses kept their men far away from women's living quarters. When a drow woman did desire sex with her pleasure pet she was expected to take charge, push him onto the bed, force his face against her muff, maybe even bind up his arms with magic before riding his cock roughly.
You could never really get into that, it all seemed so impersonal, so exhausting. You were expected to work so hard, manage your house and all of its assets, coordinate wars, perform rites for Lolth, and then in the bedroom, when you're finally able to relax, you *still* have to be large and in charge? Whenever you asked another woman they'd say "oh you don't have to love sex with your man, just do it a few times for your house and then have a real relationship with a woman!" But competition between drow women was fierce, and you could never shake the feeling that every other girl was a potential threat. So you kept on postponing your selection and ducking the issue whenever your mother asked. Until you met him.
It started with a disturbance among your battle-slaves. Apparently a whole pinser of them were refusing to patrol the frontier, complaining about insufficient rations. Even when their female commander resorted to magic torture, their resolve held firm. Naturally your first instinct was to have the leader of this little mutiny brought in to either break his spirit or execute him, but when he got to your throne room you were shocked. He was tall and muscular, qualities to be expected of a battle slave, but ones that you had never seen up close. Drow women typically preferred their men on the leaner side, and you weren't expecting to find this beefcake so... alluring. More than just his body, the way he held himself was so interesting. Even though he was locked in magic shackles, brought to his knees by your elite clerics, and held on a leash with a collar tight around his neck, he kept his gaze locked on you. No man ever had the temerity to look upon you, but he did it openly, brazenly, locking onto you with those deep violet eyes.
You paced around him, tried to intimidate him, always keeping on that disdainful glare, a look that said 'I can do whatever I like to you.' But he kept his head held high and his chest puffed out with a look in his eyes that said 'I know you can, do your worst!' You spoke with him at length, asking why he had done something so insolent, so sacrilegious, so beyond his station. He spoke like a man, his sentences were short, and it was clear from his vocabulary that he had no education, but even still he spoke with conviction and honor. "A good mistress" he said "should take care of the men serving her. How can we serve her if we're too hungry to fight."
From there, it was obvious who you would choose as your pleasure pet. A man this bold would surely be different from all those "desirable" men your mother was showing you. It might be seen as odd for you to choose a battle slave, but no woman would challenge you for such a low-ranking male. Soon you'd realize just why the other men had been so unappealing: you wanted a man who could turn all those taboos into fetishes. You wanted a man who would relieve you of control, hold you tightly, push *you* down to the bed, let all of his disgusting masculine urges loose upon you, defile your divine feminine body with his raw strength. If your mother ever found out what you two were doing she'd kill you, but she doesnt have to find out, does she?