He has known them all.
The veteran masochist with her piercings and scars, her wiry frame, her bitten-down nails, her bright, weary, ever-increasing hunger.
The disappointed wife carrying around her long-lost expectations in her handbag of domestic sorrow, desperate for anything that resembles exotic amour.
The young woman with her foolish ache fuelled by ill-informed, badly written clichés from Fifty Shades and a two-dimensional fantasy of bending to his will.
The needy self-confessed submissive who tells him she wants only the ties that bind her body and then seeks to secure him forever in the compelling softness of her bed.
The beautiful lover who is afraid of his power and of her own submission and who breaks both their hearts pretending that she does not yearn to be bound.
Such women have strewn themselves across his path like broken glass on a night-time bathroom floor.
Some of the wounds are still not healed.
And yet he still searches for love and poetry, romance and beauty, and a pure, perfect, sensual submissive who can touch his sensitive but proud Dominant soul.
More than once he has found her.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Art by Fabian Perez