See, I don't LET a man fail to please me. There is no reason to fear failure because part of what I am is a woman who knows how to get what she wants from a man. The roadblocks to getting that have nothing to do with lack of experience - they have to do with other things.
My recent comments about why I enjoy novices have encouraged some timid – and somewhat alluring – emails and comments. So many seem to tell me that they have considered trying to get to know someone like me, or entering into training by someone like me — but hold themselves back.
The reasons that would-be submissives give for their lack of making a move surprise me. And, well, they kind of turn me on, too. I’ll explain.
The most common answer, and the most appetizing (so to speak) is that they are afraid to disappoint me or let me down. Now, that is one fear I can get into.
And here I thought they were afraid of what I would DO to them (well, that is usually reason number two, hehe).
There is one thing you have to understand, boys. Fear is a good thing. Fear is sexy. Fear is real. Fear demonstrates one of the things that drives me about submission – that one lovely little trait – vulnerability.
I enjoy making a man feel vulnerable. Helpless. In real life, I achieve this by putting him into tight bondage or stripping down his pride. Eventually he has no weapons and no strength, and he has a new look in his eyes, and a new tone to his voice. He is truly vulnerable. And that means I can make him fear me, cower from me, crawl to me, or hand himself over to me for protection – or as a gift. Very hot.
On the telephone, when I train, one of the biggest challenges is to push a man to a vulnerable place. I have ways that I do it. But there is something that is so incredibly sexy about a man calling me, vulnerable, after dialing the first number.
When I hear his voice, and he is shaking already, and he is at a loss for words – I can sense the vulnerability and fear. My heart starts pounding. My thoughts wander to what I can do to this man — not to scare him TOO much, but to get what I need. To push him just a little farther – not a lot – but to make him own up to his fantasies and desires to hand himself over to me. To please me. No matter what it takes.
And to get him to trust me. To trust me that I won’t damage him or take advantage of his vulnerable state – that yes, I may hurt him, bend his pride a little, or make him give himself over to me. But I will make sure he survives it all in one piece and comes away with the satisfaction of knowing he pleased me.
See, I don’t LET a man fail to please me. There is no reason to fear failure because part of what I am is a woman who knows how to get what she wants from a man. The roadblocks to getting that have nothing to do with lack of experience – they have to do with other things.
The things that lead to failure are the opposite traits that these vulnerable novices have. They are traits like selfishness, one-track-minds, or years of bad-programming from seeing lots of pro femdoms. The novices that only have experience in their own mind are free from a lot of possible bad habits. They do not need to be untrained and retrained..they just need to be trained.
And oh, can that training be intense. The play itself does not even need to be extreme, but they are already quivering and sound so appealing on the phone. In real life, I pick out men like you in public places. You look at me, then look away. Shy. Timid. But I know you want to look at me.
It might be my thigh high boots that get your attention or the way I walk on those spiked heels. Maybe it’s the black shiny material of my latex skirt. Or just the way I look at you, and other men. Like I own you. Like I might just want to seduce you and take you home and make you into my pleasure toy.
I see you, and you are so shy, you hide. You hide just by the way you look down. But I come after you, and I stand very close, so close you can feel my breasts pressing into your chest. “You’d look good in leather straps,” I might say, just to see you bite your lip. Swallow hard. Or start shivering a little. All the little things that turn me on so much, and make me want more.
You sense it like a caged animal. That this she-beast is about to pounce. That you are about to be my sexual meal.
And what scares you most is that you know you could not resist. And I know you know that.
You are already mine.
Shivering, timid little novice.
Did you know you could get me wet just by your shaky, nervous breath on the phone?
I hope this explains my position.
Now..next, perhaps, I will tell you about your position…
