I have a few friends in the 'adult entertainment' business. I get the feeling that a lot of deviants, especially the 'Morally Ambiguous' ones like myself, end up with them somewhere along the line.
One of these friends was recounting an experience had at the hands of a inexperienced Dom, who would talk himself up to be something he obviously wasn't. She had tried to do as much backgrounding on him as she could, and he seemed pretty well what he said he was.
She had a setup in her house with one of those lovely webcams with a microphone embedded, and as a safe setup, had me watching and listening, and recording. This gave her the added naughtiness of knowing someone was watching her, as well as a safety net if anything went wrong.
Things were starting quite well, he seemed to be commanding her, nervously, but that is to be expected on a younger persons first time with a new someone, especially when the said someone is as stunningly attractive as this girl was *I put her on par with Dita Von Teese, and I wish I was joking* Everything seemed to be going fine when all of a sudden, in a whiny spoilt brat like voice he announces 'Call me Master!'...she had been calling him Sir all night.
When we spoke about it after, my mind began to muse. I have in my numerous wanderings of the ocean that is the internet, wandered across similar topics. Why do some people think they can command someone to respect them, and expect them to actually do it? Now if I growled at a woman, grabbed her throat, dug my claws in and growled 'Call me Master, fuckpig' whilst grinding my knee forcefully against her cunt, I imagine I'd get a breathless 'Yes Master' unless they had a very good reason for not calling me it in the first place.
Does my agression give me the respect that I seem to get now? My confidence? My Arrogance (Yes, I am arrogant, but within reason)? I no longer remember what it was to be bumbling around at the beginning of my ventures into B&D... But is that what it was like for me? Or is it that I have a noticable superiority? I do remember what it was like to be nervous, but since I came to the point where I could be called 'Master' and actually have it mean more than a basic title, I have noticed a change in demeanor by most women I'm around, even those I meet breifly on the street.
Does Dominance exude a pheremone? Physically, I am not the most attractive man around - In fact, my long hair usually puts me in a pretty 'niche' market to begin with. But I can't help thinking I get a lot more double-takes, and shy stares across the room than I used to. I don't know, maybe my posture when I sit is different.
Anyway, here does my musing for today, As I have gotten railroaded off my initial topic, and good luck for me getting back on it. But if you are a aspiring dominant reading this? Please for the love of god/gods/deific icons - do not ever demand respect you haven't already earnt. And don't assume that just because a girl has gotten naked for you, that means they respect you.



