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I walk this path

Art by Jover

 

I have reached a point

through trial and error

joy and sorrow

hope and regret

tears and laughter

pain and pleasure

submission and control

where I know

what is right

for me.

I walk this path.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

I first posted this last year. I still walk this path.

Art by Loui Jover

 
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Posted by on November 26, 2017 in D/s, Poetry, Still Life

 

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Change me

 

You might

charm me

seduce me

engage me

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You might

excite me

enchant me

delight me

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You might

thrill me

bewitch me

amaze me

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You might

inspire me

arouse me

inflame me.

.

But you will

never ever

change me.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by William Oxer

 
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Posted by on May 28, 2017 in Poetry, Still Life

 

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International Women’s Day and sexual D/s

 

Some might have been surprised by my tweet on Twitter earlier today.

Perhaps for a number of readers it might seem an unusual, even an unlikely thing, for a man who is ‘hard wired’ to sexually dominate, control and ‘own’ women to write like this. I shall explain in a moment.

But first of all, why do I find women so incredible?

Basically, because no matter how badly, unfairly, carelessly, cruelly, immorally, and disrespectfully we men have treated women down the centuries, women have not bowed to brutality, persecution, discrimination, patronization, and thoughtlessness. Even when today – even in the so-called ‘first’ world – the situation is still oppressive..

  • The major religions all denigrate, marginalize, and subjugate women to a lesser or greater extent.
  • Pay levels across the globe have been kept universally lower for women. (Even in ‘enlightened’ Hollywood male actors still earn more)
  • Men still occupy the majority of key and middle positions in government and business. There is no real equality of opportunity.
  • Sexual crimes, harassment, intimidation, and sexually inappropriate behaviour are still institutional almost everywhere. The President of the United States is a clear example of it. There is still a belief amongst many men (and sadly some women) that rape can be justified or excused. It can never be under any circumstances. See here.
  • Men are often allowed to walk away from the physical (and often financial) responsibility of fatherhood, expecting woman to rear children. And regardless of whether the man is there or not, the woman is still often expected to take on the majority of childcare, running the house, and to work.

I could go on. Forever. Some things maybe are better now than they were once. But it is truly miserable. And the pace of change is glacial.

But despite everything women have bravely battled and fought, and are still doing so. And they are proving, at last that, if there is a more resourceful, adaptable, intelligent and braver sex – then women are it. Because to succeed in living fulfilling and happy lives in such a misogynist and hostile environment takes far more than most men will ever give credit, or even attempt to understand.

And where does D/s – as it relates to me – sit in all of this?

It has very little to do with it.

Sexual D/s is a consensual act or agreement between two people where one gives up their sexual free will to the other. The reason they do this is because it arouses, excites and completes them. It is the way they both are. Of course a Dominant or a submissive can be a man or a woman and vice versa.

But if there is one thing about D/s that does relate to all I have said in this post, then it is this. If any male Dominant thinks he is somehow above, more important or better than his female submissive then he really needs to take a long hard look at himself.

Because he has clearly lost the plot.

And proved my point.

Women are more than equal to men.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art from UN International Women’s Day promotional material

 

 

 
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Posted by on March 8, 2017 in D/s, Still Life

 

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Blessing and a curse

 

Art by Loui Jover

There are a hundred reasons.

Perhaps more.

Why you might long to be sexually owned.

Some might keep you awake at night, clenching your thighs with dewy desire.

Some might be so dark you can barely tell yourself, let alone confide in someone else

Some might have you desperately wishing your lover understood the nature of your need.

Some might have you scouring the internet for images of restraint. pleasure and pain.

Yet one thing is certain.

If it is true, and raw, and deep.

If it is an ache and a longing that seems to have been there even before the budding of your breasts.

If it is a yearning that leaves you breathless, desperate and wet contemplating its almost holy fulfilment…

Then the wanting will never, ever leave you.

No matter how hard you try to drown its insistent voice.

Or how often you indulge its persistent power.

It is a blessing

and a curse.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Louis Jover

I wrote this two years ago. I thought it might stand another airing

 
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Posted by on December 13, 2016 in D/s, Erotica, Still Life

 

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I call myself Dominant

Arcade card

 

I call myself Dominant because it best describes my sexual orientation, my tastes and my desires in way that is straightforward and unequivocal.

It is not because I expect you to fall gratefully to your knees and call me Sir.

It simply does not work like that.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art from a vintage postcard – origin unknown

I first posted this a year ago because the words and expectations of some online wannabe ‘Doms’ made me laugh. They still do.

 
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Posted by on December 11, 2016 in D/s, Still Life

 

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All afternoon

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A cool, darkened room.

Outside the sun is blistering the wooden shutters. Narrow shafts of light sear between the wood, striping the walls and ceiling.

And streaming all over you.

They band your body, striping you cream and coffee coloured

You are naked, face up, on the white-sheeted bed.

You are stretched out in a star shape. Your wrists and ankles are secured to the four corners by ropes through steel D rings on strong black leather cuffs. The bindings permit little movement. No matter how hard you tug and strain against them

You have been here for almost an hour. I have caressed you, kissed you, licked you, stroked you. I have nibbled you, kneaded you, and lightly scratched you. I have teased you with my pin wheel, with a soft brush, with a scarf of silk, and with my twelve stranded flogger, trailed over your skin.

And with two of the dozen toys that I have carefully arranged on the oak bedside table.

I have a vintage Hitachi wand in my right hand. It whirrs rather noisily yet it is a faithful servant. I am applying it expertly to your already swollen and glistening sex. With my left hand I am tugging and pinching your hard-as-berry nipples. Your body is bucking and arching, wanting to push away from the wand’s relentless, dimpled, vibrating touch yet at the same time to thrust yourself against it.

Your breathing is urgent and hard. You are panting and crying, sighing and moaning. I know you are desperate to speak, to shout something at me. But you do not. I have forbidden you words.

Your body is dancing now. Strands of your hair are damp and clinging with perspiration. Your face is suffused and flushed with deep arousal. Your eyes roll back. Your mouth is open.

Your muscles tighten. You shudder. The orgasm reverberates through you.

It is your third climax.

The toy continues to send spasms through you. You make small noises of protestation. I smile. After a while I switch it off and idly but dangerously trail my fingers over your inner thighs.

I consider which device to use next.

Later I will reposition you face down.

Later still I will fuck you. Hard.

I have all afternoon ahead of me.

I am torturing you with pleasure.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Photograph by Neil Whiteley

I wrote this two years ago. But perhaps new readers will enjoy …

 
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Posted by on July 29, 2016 in D/s, Erotica, Lovers Past

 

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If you are a submissive …

Photo by Paulo Reversi

If you are a submissive

and you want to be called a slut

or a whore.

If you want to be treated cruelly.

Humiliated. Stripped of dignity. Bullied. Made to crawl.

Devalued, degraded, disregarded, demeaned, demoralised.

Used.

Abused.

To be always punished and disciplined.

If your idea of a perfect Dominant is of testosterone, intolerance, and impossible expectations.

If you want to be looked down upon,

And treated mean

Then I am certainly not the man for you

nor are you the woman

for me.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Photo by Paulo Reversi

I wrote this a year ago. Still so true.

 
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Posted by on February 16, 2016 in D/s, Still Life

 

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No longer young

Art by Fabian Perez

I am no longer young.

I have lost the immortality of youth. The absolute belief that only the young can possess – the certainty I will live forever. That age cannot mark me. That accident cannot maim me. That disease cannot weaken me. That a dissolute and hedonistic lifestyle cannot ruin me.

I know now that I can be hostage to all these things.

I am no longer young.

My hair is silver. It has been since my thirties. I could once blame my mother’s genes but now the passing years are undeniably the cause. My face is lined and weathered. A testament to brave, foolish, glorious years spent in hot sun, or roughened by winter weather on high mountain slopes, or by salty winds on rough-hewn cliffs.

But also by too much business. Too many decisions. Too many late nights, doing deals.

I am no longer young.

I am not a stallion, claiming to perform like a beast. I am not rippling with muscle, bristling with masculinity, rampant with testosterone, raging with impatience, resplendent with body art, thrusting like an animal, pacing like a tiger.

I am no longer young.

My desires are darker, more cerebral, more intellectual, more driven by beauty, by control, by patience, by discipline, by a deep knowledge of your desires that you can barely guess at.

I am no longer young.

But I promise you this.

No one can make you sigh, make you dance, make you ache, make you writhe, make you sing,

Like I can.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Fabian Perez

 
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Posted by on February 10, 2016 in Still Life

 

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Calling myself Dominant

Arcade card

I call myself Dominant because it best describes my sexual orientation, my tastes and my desires in way that is straightforward and unequivocal

It is not because I expect you to fall gratefully to your knees and call me Sir.

It simply does not work like that.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art from a vintage postcard – origin unknown

 
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Posted by on December 1, 2015 in D/s, Still Life

 

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Disappointed

amateur-philosophers - Jack-Vettriano

Dear Romantic

This is not the first time that I have had cause to write.

I am disappointed in you.

I know that we sometimes don’t see eye to eye. It is inevitable given the difference in our perspectives. But usually I respect and, you will be surprised to read, even admire you. There is clearly something about hearts and flowers that resonates with women. I am honest enough to admit that I would not be nearly as compelling without your influence.

But recently you have gone beyond romantic. You have shown signs of becoming sentimental. That is unforgivable. It is a deeply unattractive trait and one which I have no desire to be associated. I have read somewhere that as women age they cry less, whereas men are compelled to shed tears more often. Believe me, tears are neither masculine nor attractive.

Much worse than that, in your recent dealings with women you have become embarrassing. Despite my efforts you have become weak, you have compromised, you have allowed your will – our will – to be bent or twisted. You have become immersed in relationships that are complex and, in straying from the pure D/s path that is our religion, have been doomed to fail. You are in danger of losing the dignity, credibility and gravitas that our experience and knowledge command.

I repeat. I am disappointed. I expect change.

Who we are depends upon it.

Yours

Dominant

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Jack Vettriano

I have posted this piece before, but it made me immodestly chuckle as I wrote it, and it still makes me smile now.  

 
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Posted by on October 11, 2015 in Uncategorized

 

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