u/madelinefae

I’m learning not to ask.
Asking leaves room for choice. As a domme in a female led relationship, one would think it would be understood immediately that the choice being presented is an illusion. But when dealing with an untrained male, while he shifts and stretches into his clearly defined role, that you’ve kindly and patiently outlined for him, you too at times, must learn to shift your approach while you guide him towards his desired path.
So that’s my current lesson.
I no longer ask. I no longer hide my wishes and dominance behind soft spoken questions, leaving the potential for my requests to go unanswered. I’m breaking through my own trained facade of politeness, a facade most women like me are forced to take on from birth to death. Now I command. I demand. I take. And when I don’t get the correct response? I explain. And then I discipline. And we correct.
The softness is still there. It’s there in the explanation, in the correction. It’s there even in the discipline. But it’s there especially after being allowed to fully sink into my own role.
My smile is at its warmest when I notice that eagerness to please becoming routine and ritual, consistent, and I get to see the proof that I’m doing well in my leadership, that we are, indeed, growing together.