A True Dominant
When you use the title, Dominant, the first picture that probably flashes in your mind involves a strong, confident and in control man, sexually claiming his title with a submissive. That scene would be accurate for most men claiming the name, but I want to give you a different picture to consider.
Imagine a Dominant being a man who hurts when his submissive hurts. Won’t eat because his submissive can’t have food. Cares for her when she doesn’t have the strength to care for herself. Cooks and cleans for the children, and the submissive, when she can’t move. Lifts her head to serve her water when she doesn’t have the capacity to raise her own head. Washes and cleans his submissive when she doesn’t have the power to care for herself. I have watched this man and it was the most Dominant thing I have ever experienced.
I had surgery on Monday morning and Sir has been an absolute God Send for me. I have an innate need to serve this man, yet I watched him kneel next to my bed and love me like no other person on the face of this planet could. I care for and serve him, because that is what he desires, yet, he has done nothing but serve and cater to me, for the last several days. I wish to provide a daily release for him, yet he has spent hours sitting at my feet, rubbing them, until I drifted off into peaceful slumber.
I have felt his love coursing through my veins, healing me, with every beat of my heart.
He is my Man, my Friend, my Lover, my Husband, my Sir and most definitely, my Dominant.