Two Dominants Talk

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I had considered putting this in the BDSM Forum, but technically this is a story so here it is published. I have not included the extra content, but I am posting this full story on here, while it is not scheduled to post on my page for another week. I just thought that this might be a fun way for kinksters to learn, or agree if they already believe what I do. I know some people may disagree with the contents of this story, but please take into account my message that I have said at the start.

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Part 1

 

“Thee” Submissive is finally here. If you do not know what I am talking about, feel free to message me privately. This story is not going to be like my others. I was talking to a friend of mine and we came across the topic of what I think makes a good Dominant. By the end of the discussion, my friend made it clear to me that they would be interested in reading a conversation between two Dominants, and their views on this subject. This is that story, and it will theoretically be mostly dialogue. Fair warning, this is going to be a conversation entirely imagined by me, and I am not a woman, so the views and opinions of Mistress Madame are completely fictitious. I am writing about my opinions, portrayed through someone asking Him what his opinions are, and He is me. Please also realise that this is not the entirety of my thoughts and opinions, since I only had 9 parts in which to contain my words. This is just one conversation. I hope you enjoy it.

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“Mr. Reign, how lovely it is to see you again.”

Mistress Madame entered the room, finding him sitting in the same chair as last time. She wore thick high-heels to support her unusually tall physique, and as always her body was tightly fitted in a flattering dress, this time of pale pink. She had even respected his first rule, her long flowing hair framing her naturally beautiful face. He had flirted with her when they first met, and for a while she flirted back, but she had made it quite clear that she was a lesbian, and he had respected her wishes. Still, it was a shame, for she was a fine and buxom blond who had aged well.

 

He stood up, bowing his head and taking her hand in his for a kiss on her knuckles.

“The pleasure is mine,” he sat back down with a hand gesturing that she sit opposite him. “How have you been?”

“Well, thank you. Yourself?”

“I have been… busy. I would like to apologise for taking so long to return your collars to you.”

“Nonsense, Mr. Reign. I am glad they were of use to you, and now you have returned them. Would you like a drink?”

“That would be nice, actually.”

“Coffee?”

“No, thank you. Do you have any hot chocolate?”

“I’m sure Miss Lane here can go make one for you.”

 

A slim woman entered, wearing a kinky maid’s outfit where all of her curves were accentuated and bulged. Her long brown hair was tied back and a ball-gag rested in her mouth. She nodded to Madame, then curtsied to him and left the study through the door in which he first met Katya. He leaned across with his arm outstretched as he spoke,

“It would probably be a good idea to actually hand your collars over.”

“Indeed. Thank you,” Madame accepted them and lowered the leashes in a coil on the floor.

“How has Bella been for you, Mr. Reign? Is she not the best Submissive you have ever owned?”

“She is marvelous, without a doubt, and certainly a fantastic slave, but I would think that being the best is quite subjective. Would you not agree?”

“Well of course. Each Submissive has her qualities; unique and suited to a Dominant. I was just eager to know if I made a good choice in giving you Bella. I see you brought a different Submissive instead, so I wondered if perhaps Bella had displeased you?”

“No no,” he said, glancing down at Michelle kneeling beside him. “Bella is an excellent slave, but she has been so good that I want to let her rest. I brought this pretty little thing with me instead.”

 

Part 2

 

Michelle was a petite woman, clearly in her young twenties despite the adult-size school uniform that she wore. Her chestnut hair was long and wavy without curling. Her face was down, hiding her pretty features and small body. Her checkered skirt of dark-blue and green almost reached her knees, with accented lines of white. Her tie matched, running straight down the modest chest of her plain white shirt. Around her neck was a thick black collar of leather with a ring at the front. Her knee-high socks were pristinely white, and her black shoes were as shiny and cute as her face. The collar was connected to a leash that he had clipped to his chair, and she remained where she was without a word or even a glance when they began talking about her.

 

“Yes, you had mentioned this fine young lady,” she sat forward for a better look. “And what is your name, my dear?”

"With respect, Mistress Madame, she is not allowed to interact with others. Her soul purpose is to serve me with obedience and silence."

“Then perhaps you could tell me a bit about her?”

“She is a submissive slave, as I mentioned, and an impressive one at that. She enjoys being degraded, and we are starting to see how far her masochistic tendencies will reach.” He stroked her hair, and though her face was obscured from the two Dominants beside her, he knew she would be smiling weakly. “I did not tell you the extent of her submission, but would it surprise you to know that we are in a twenty-four-seven roleplay?”

“Oh?” Madame relaxed in her chair, an intrigued eyebrow rising.

“It is quite fun, and actually not as draining as I had predicted. One would think that constantly putting on an act would be tiresome on the mind, but we make it work quite effortlessly.”

“How did it all start?”

“Good question.” He crossed his right knee over his left and angled his vision downwards, recalling his memories.

 

“Michelle is a masochistic nymphomaniac with a taboo fantasy for being used like a sex toy. She enjoys being humiliated and degraded, though that is the part that I struggle to satisfy. I care about her a lot, so it is hard to insult her and put her down. Regardless, she told me she honestly enjoys it, and I agreed to try it. We established Safeties and certain rules; one of which,” he returned his sight to normal level and wagged his finger, “was that we do not break character. She knows how much I respect her, so she warned me.

No matter how hesitant and reluctant she seems, no matter how weak and whiny she gets, she told me to trust her to know when to speak up. My rule to go with hers is that she must stop pretending if ever she feels in danger. Of course I make sure she is never truly in danger, but if she feels like something is genuinely wrong, she will tell me. Her rule for me is to not break character, and my rule for her is that she must do so if it is an emergency.”

 

“It sounds like you two put a lot of thought into this,” Madame sat up and accepted a coffee cup from her maid without taking her attention from him. He recognised Madame’s nonchalant behaviour and suspected that Miss Lane was afforded a similar lack of recognition as Michelle. The maid turned to him, taking his steaming cup from her tray and offering it to him.

Part 3

 

“Please hand it to her, thank you,” he pointed to Michelle with his left hand and stopped stroking her hair. The Submissive accepted the cup with a timid smile and held it in both hands on her lap. The warmth was nice on her legs.  “Michelle, please stir it quietly for me. Thank you.” The maid walked away with the empty tray and Madame smiled at the duo before her.

“You clearly trust each other greatly.”

 

“Without a doubt,” he rested his hands on the arms of his chair and corrected his posture. “It is one of the key necessities in any BDSM relationship. A Dominant must earn their Submissive’s trust, for her to have faith that he or she will keep her safe and satisfied. It is also up to the Submissive to earn the trust of her Dominant, so that they know she will speak up when necessary.”

“And yet, to an extent,” Madame sipped, “would you agree that a Submissive should learn to respect that her Dominant has a plan? I have punished many Submissives for questioning me.”

 

He was careful in his wording, upset by the initial thought of such strictness.

“It depends. A bratty Submissive would want to be punished, so questioning you seems a logical thing to do. A playful way to receive a masochistic beating. On the other hand, coming back to trusting a Dominant as you quite rightly said; sometimes a Submissive should appreciate that her Master or Mistress knows what they are doing.

 

On the other hand, I have met and known of many Submissives who require reassurance. A Dominant knows the plan, the intention, the intended result. A Submissive does not. While this is thrilling most of the time, it is especially necessary at the start of a relationship, to remind a Submissive that she can be honest or curious. It should not be expected of a Submissive to be weak-willed and ***. Certainly many women are strong and determined and need to be dominated, rather than just submitting. However many Submissives have insecurities, regardless how small, and they need to be confident that they can voice any concerns or questions they might have. It can be a nice excuse to give them a good spanking, if that is what they enjoy, but a Submissive needs the reassurance that she does not need to *** curiosity. If she has concerns, they need to be voiced. In fact,” he sipped from his cup, “I would say the same about Dominants. I do not know about you, Madame, but I find it nice to receive comfort from my Submissive. I may be firm, but it is nice to be praised for being a good Dominant, to be told that I am handsome or that my Submissive appreciates me. Even telling me that I am trusted or that my Submissive is comfortable being honest, is a reassurance to me.

 

I would say it comes down to how much mystery you want to add to a session. From a safety point of view, it is a good idea to discuss what is going to happen in the session, before it begins. There should even be communication during a session. That said, it can be fun to omit some intentions, to spice things up and have the Submissive wondering what is going to happen next. It adds a thrill that many Submissives find arousing, and many Dominants enjoy having a ‘master-plan’. Did that make sense?”

Part 4

 

“I believe it did, though I would say you are not the strictest of Dominants, Mr. Reign.”

“Nor do I intend to be, Mistress Madame. From what I hear, your methods are much rougher. There is nothing wrong with that, but I prefer a greater level of finesse. I am, after all, the Gentleman Dominant.”

“And of course, your submissives are well suited to you. Bella was not a Submissive who matched my kinks, but she seemed to be a good fit for you.”

“She is indeed, and so is Katya.” Her name twisted Madame’s nose, but she was rid of the brat and clearly glad about it. “What would you say makes a good Submissive, then, Madame?”

 

“Obedience, of course. My girls are quiet and don’t talk back to me, because they know they’ll be punished if they do. They do as they’re told, when they’re told, and a lot of the time they orgasm when they are told to.”

“You do not take kindly to brats, then?”

“Oh, definitely not. I know that they want to be hurt, so I oblige them, but they frustrate me so I make them hurt a lot. Some of them learn their lesson, others keep misbehaving.”

“It sounds like you have some hardcore masochists.”

 

He looked to Michelle, who was avoiding hitting the spoon against the side of his cup so that she did not make a sound. She froze when his hand caressed the back of her neck, and with a stroke towards the top of her head she lifted his drink. He took it from her and rested it on the arm of the chair, and she returned her gaze to the carpet with her palms on her thighs.

“Good girl.” Madame saw that he was settled, raising his drink to his lips, and she continued.

“Perhaps you could tell me your thoughts, Mr. Reign? What do you think makes a good Submissive?”

Part 5

 

“Hmm,” he furrowed his brow with concentration. “Thank you for the drink. It is nice.”

“You’re welcome.”

“I would like to think a good Submissive, as I mentioned before,” he waved his cup carefully for effect, “would be to have trust that her Dominant knows what to do and when to do it. But that is repeating myself, the same as knowing when to speak up about her concerns and when to take it like a good girl. Something I do feel strongly about,” a spark filled his eyes, “which I find incredibly arousing, is a Submissive’s enthusiasm. I think it is sexy when a woman shows me that she wants to satisfy me, to please me, and do everything she can to make me happy. It can go too far sometimes, I must admit.”

 

“How so?” Madame finished her coffee and set it on the table beside her.

“Well there are some submissives who are quite passionate about servitude, and get aroused by the thought of being a mindless sex object. That is when a good Submissive knows to take care of herself, and consider her own well-being as well as pleasing her Dominant. Then again, a good Dominant,” he waved his cup in the opposite direction, “can identify when he or she needs to make decisions for the Submissive.”

“A good Dominant,” she smiled curiously, intrigued for more. “Okay then. What do you think makes a good Dominant, apart from trusting the Submissive; as you do not like to repeat yourself.” He smiled, amused yet nodding his appreciation.

 

“Knowing when to decide for the Submissive,” he reiterated with a wave of his hand. “Being able to see when a Submissive is being careless, perhaps choking herself too much during fellatio. That takes skill, I think, to know what the Submissive is, or specifically is not, thinking. To get inside the mind of a Submissive. That is what I enjoy most about BDSM. The mental side of it. I have heard many a time; ‘seduce my mind and you will already have my body’, or other wordings like that.”

He wiped his lip against the rim of his cup and rested it on the side of his chair. “That was delicious, thank you.” He had not drunk it all, with at least another mouthful and a half in the bottom. “Michelle,” she turned her head over her shoulder to look at him. “Finish this for me, please.” She simply raised her hands, accepting the cup from him and bringing it to her pretty lips.

 

“She is a gorgeous young lady, isn’t she.”

“I could not have said it better myself.”

Miss Lane had returned and collected Madame’s cup from the table. She approached Michelle, and while neither Dominant was watching she looked down at the kneeling woman with such a nervous expression. Miss Lane lowered the tray, and Michelle placed the cup on it. Miss Lane looked hard from Michelle to the tray, and the collared slave noticed something written there. Her heart thumped, but she turned her head slightly and curled her hair over her ear.

“Sir,” she squeaked.

Part 6

 

“Sir,” Michelle spoke louder when he had finished his sentence, and he looked down at her.

“Yes, Michelle?” his tone was calm and welcoming.

“May I please go to the toilet, Sir?”

He paused, thinking for a moment before answering. He looked at his watch, “You should have gone during your break time.”

“I did, Sir, but I am desperate again. Sir, please may I?” He did not want her embarrassing him in front of Mistress Madame.

“Okay, but be quick about it.” He reached towards her and she tilted her head back so that he had better access. The padlock released and the leash came free of the ring on her collar.

“Laney,” Madame tilted her head backwards as the two submissives exited, “be good and show her where it is.”

Miss Lane could say a word, on account of the ball-gag in her mouth, only nodding while holding the tray with two hands. She guided Michelle out of the study and Madame returned her attention to him.

 

“Do you find it particularly easy or difficult to get inside the mind of a Submissive?”

“I think my answer would be both. Just as two people match or not, if I find a Submissive who matches my dominance then it is quite easy. I focus on the arousal of the mind, so I use words and foreplay to have my Submissive weak in the knees. A good mind fuck, please excuse my language, goes a long way. It can be difficult, sometimes, if the Submissive and I are not suited on a mental level. As a sapiosexual I find myself turned off if I feel that I am dragging a conversation along. If it goes smoothly, I tend to not notice, come to think of it,” his eyebrow rose with an inquisitive smile. “I guess if the relationship flows easily, your mind focuses on the details and you forget that the conversation is so easy.”

“I would call that chemistry, Mr. Reign.”

“I agree.”

 

“What happens when you don’t quite match with the Submissive?”

“Well,” he leaned back in his chair, “it is not always easy to tell if you match. Like love, I think you just know when it happens. You cannot match perfectly with every Submissive, but that is when aptitude comes in.”

“Aptitude for what?” Now it was Madame’s turn to hook one leg over the other, and she rested her elbow on the armrest with her chin perched in her fingers.

“I am not sure. The word just came out.”

“You said that aptitude is important when you do not match a Submissive.”

“Yes. Aptitude as a Dominant, maybe.”

“I think we both know that there are plenty of wannabe Dominants in the world.”

“Yes, I cannot argue with that. Not to say that one cannot learn to be dominant, but to an extent I believe you either are or you are not. Yes, that is it.”

 

“I get the sense that you were born dominant, Mr. Reign.”

“As do I, you, Mistress Madame. That said, I am not always dominant. I am by no means a switch; there is not a submissive bone in my body. That said, in my daily life I do not always have the leverage necessary to dominate. I am not saying that I submit, but there are times when I find it is better to back down. I would get into a lot of trouble, otherwise, and I know that I cannot always get my way.” Another spark caught his eye, “And that is something else that makes a good Submissive, and a good Dominant.”

Part 7

 

“More often than people realise, compromise can be found when it comes to fantasies. I have heard many times, the scenario where a Dominant tries to pressure a Submissive into trying a limit. Hard or soft limit, so many Submissives talk about how their Dominant practically harasses them to try something they do not want to do. A good Dominant knows when to back down, a good Sub-”

“You don’t think it’s good to push boundaries?” He did not like being interrupted, but he appreciated that he was talking quite fast, and in fairness she made a good point.

“Most of the boundaries that I push are of kinks that I know my Submissive enjoys. A way to bring out her full potential. I would still say that a good Submissive knows when to stand their ground and say no. Soft limits are something that can be pushed delicately, with discussions that hopefully reach a compromise. Hard limits, though. There is a reason why they are called ‘hard limits’. That is when I think it is not just of a good Dominant, but of a good man… neh a good person, to respect the Submissive. If a Submissive uses their Safeties and says no, pushing limits is wrong. Would you agree?”

 

“I would, though it sounds to me like they just don’t match.”

“And many times that is true. Unfortunately that is a sign that they are probably not supposed to be together, but that is one of the impressive things about kinksters, and people in general. There are so many kinksters out there, all unique and a completely individual set of likes and dislikes.

There are many Submissives who are masochists, but it is kind of a stigma that Submissives are masochists. The two are not synonymous. There are Dominants who are masochists, and there are Submissives who hate ***. I once met a woman who hated face-slapping, but most of the masochistic Submissives I have met love it. No two kinksters are the same, and each is so unique that there are countless different concoctions of personalities and preferences. I apologise, I am rambling.”

“No no, Mr. Reign. This is a conversation, and an enlightening one at that. It is nice to meet someone so passionate and knowledgeable, especially someone so young as yourself. You are a rare breed, good Sir, and I am honoured by your company.”

“Flattery will get you everywhere with me,” he smiled. “You are too kind.”

 

“That is something,” Madame remarked, waving her finger in the air with a spark in her own eye. “None of my Submissives would call me kind, what with all the whipping and edging I bestow on them and the begging they do. And yet, with you, I appreciate the fact that you call me kind. Something I often have to explain to men is that I am not two-dimensional. I am a heartless bi… apologies Mr. Reign, my tongue is loose. I am a nasty woman to my Submissives, but only when all participants consent to it. To everyone else I would like to think that I’m well-mannered and well-behaved.”

“I concur,” he interjected.

“And you, Mr. Reign,” she gestured to him with great esteem. “You are the Gentleman Dominant, a rising name of skill and seduction. I hear of the women you entrance, the puddles of excitement that you leave between a woman’s legs. And yet you say that you are not always so dominant in your daily life.”

“Often, but not always.”

“There are definitely some small-minded people in the world, but there are also many respectable people who have more than one side to their personality. I suppose it is mostly about knowing your audience. Who you talk to and what you talk about.”

“It is true, I would not speak to my grandmother the same way I speak to you or Michelle.”

 

“Speaking of which,” she nodded to the empty space where the petite slave had been kneeling.

“Oh, do not worry Madame. I picked up on that some time ago. I would like to apologise again, though I suspect you will not mind too much. While listening to you, you did not have my complete and absolute attention, as I have been subconsciously planning her punishment.

“While she is not here, would you please tell? One Dominant to another?”

 

Part 8

 

“I am sorry for the delay, Sir,” Michelle hurried back to kneel beside him. Miss Lane stared at the young slave from a distance, but quickly fled from view. Michelle curled her hair over her ear nervously, but he said nothing. Madame simply smiled, though Michelle was staring at the carpet again.

“Good girl,” he said after a moment. “Madame, I would like to take another moment to say thank you for your gifts. Bella has been an extraordinary Submissive, and though I appreciate your irritation with Katya, I am grateful that you handed her over to me. I will continue to train her, and I have you to thank for the wonderful pleasures she provides.”

“You’re welcome. I see you’ve trained this one well, too.”

“Thank you. Yes. It took some time, and at first it was very emotional, but she was a good girl in the end.” He lifted his curled finger under her chin and her gaze rose to his. She smiled subtly, clearly still nervous, but the praise was enough to calm her. He knew that she was probably giddy inside, but it was her choice to not break from the game they played. Despite the *** demeanour she portrayed so well, the glint in her shiny grey-blue eyes was enough to remind him that he was satisfying her fantasy.

 

He secured the padlock to her collar-ring, tethering her to the leash and the chair.

“She does have Safeties,” he looked back to Madame. He nudged his finger on Michelle’s chin and she lowered her gaze to the floor once again. “She never once used them.”

“You haven’t broken her?”

“Oh, I broke her,” his voice was proud. “Just like I said I would.” He lifted his right leg over his left, and even Madame could see that it was just enough to keep him confident.

“You are not a boastful man, are you, Mr. Reign?” It was a question, but it sounded like a statement.

 

“I dislike modesty.”

“A gentleman who doesn’t believe in modesty?”

“It does my self-esteem no good. I do not like ego either. I do not feel ashamed of who I am, or for knowing what I am capable of. What I am capable of gives me confidence, and I have just enough confidence to be sure of myself. I do not let it get to my head, as overconfidence leads to ego, and that will not get a person very far in this world. I do not want to be a jerk, but neither am I going to pretend that I am not good at what I do. I own it, I am proud of myself, but I practise enough humility that I do not consider myself above everyone else. We each have our strengths, and I acknowledge mine. Nothing more.”

“Well said, Mr. Reign.”

Part 9

 

“Well, Mistress Madame,” he looked at his watch. “I have enjoyed your company, your intellect, and thank you for the drink.”

“Thank you for coming,” she smiled.

“I am sure you have plenty to do, and I need to go punish this young lady.”

They both stood and he lifted Madame’s knuckles to his lips. Her hands were soft and warm, disguising the ruthless sadism that she exercised on her subjects. He kept his back straight and bent his knees, crouching in front of Michelle. With his curled left index finger under her chin, he raised her eyes to meet his, and her expression was one of acceptance.

 

“You stay ahead of me as we walk, you keep your eyes forward, and you remain silent.” His right hand blindly felt for where he had anchored the leash to the chair, and his fingers worked it loose while he stared at her regretful face. “Do I make myself clear?” She opened her mouth to speak, “Ah ah!” he pointed a finger at her face and she flinched. She nodded and he stood. He yanked on her leash and she rose to her feet hastily.

 

“Please excuse me, Madame. I did not mean to lose my temper in your presence.”

“Please, Mr. Reign. It is fun watching you interact with your Submissives.”

“Michelle. Walk.” She did as she was told, turning to face the door through which they had come. She took a step forward and he let the leash trail behind her before he followed, one finger hooked through the handle of her chain.

“Perhaps,” Madame’s heels clacked next to him while they crossed the marble floor, “you would be interested in an arrangement, Mr. Reign?”

“I am intrigued.”

“Well, I enjoy the way you treat your slave. Perhaps you could bring one of your Submissives around sometime, like a play date. I appreciate that you do not share your toys with other Dominants, so maybe if I let you play with one of mine, or we could both sit back and just watch one of each of our Submissives play with each other?”

“I like the thought of the latter, though if you would not mind, I would bring two Submissives. I like watching just as much as the next person, but I am still a satyromaniac and I prefer to be able to touch. If you would accept, I will bring a Submissive to play with yours, while I have another on my lap to keep my hands busy.”

“I do not see an issue with that.”

“It is settled, then. I will bring a couple of Submissives with me on my next visit, and we will watch an erotic performance. I will be leaving with both of mine, still.”

Madame laughed, “Of course, Mr. Reign. Your possessiveness is admirable, but paranoid also. Have a safe journey home,” she opened the door for him. He placed a hand on Michelle’s back, who had been standing still with her eyes to the floor once she reached the door. He took his hat from the stand and slid his glasses over his eyes. They both passed through to the outside world, and she headed for the car.

“I will be sure to let you know how her punishment goes,” he said over his shoulder.

“I’ll be sure to do the same. I must remind my own Submissive not to go behind my back.”

With that he left, the door shut, and Mistress Madame fixed Miss Lane with an icy gaze.

[Wo****]

This is absolutely amazing!

There is so much to get from this, so many nuggets of information, explanations, and it's such a good story too...

Mr Reign, thank you 😊

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4 hours ago, LazyPiratesBounty said:

This is absolutely amazing!

Thank you. Wait until the extra content is posted on my page. There will be *two* "Between Scenes" for you to enjoy.

Edited April 1, 2020 by Deleted Member

[Phoenyx]

Definitely a breath of fresh air, in addition to being quite informative.  I truly enjoyed the mutual respect and adherence to protocol.  It's such a refreshing change from the perpetual cat-fight that seems to overwhelm this forum.

Frankly, in many ways, I feel that I have just been interviewed.  Still, not in every way.  But then, no two Doms are the same.

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6 minutes ago, phoenyx said:

no two Doms are the same.

I think I mentioned this about Submissives, but the same is true for Dominants, absolutely.

 

Yes, power clashes and abrasive opinions are common. I prefer to remain civil, and especially having the power to do what I want with my stories, I enjoyed adding in the mutual respect as you say.

 

Aggression is usually met with aggression, so I like to be calm instead. I do try to be known for my composure.

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[Vandalslut]

On 4/2/2020 at 3:28 AM, DanteReign said:

Aggression is usually met with aggression, so I like to be calm instead. I do try to be known for my composure.

So true.

 

On 4/2/2020 at 3:22 AM, phoenyx said:

It's such a refreshing change from the perpetual cat-fight that seems to overwhelm this forum.

Also true! Reading a lot of posts, and not even having to read between the lines, there are a few in here who claim that they are Dominant, but only succeed in revealing how scared and insecure they are by their abrasiveness and  bad language. This fabulous 'conversational exchange' by Mr Dante could be a great guideline for proper assertive, dominant behaviour and protocol - a good read  for those who think that being a foul-mouthed bully shows how 'assertive' and strong' they are. 

[Mo****]

Absolutely spot on about no two Dominant's being the same.  Every one has their own methods, but it is the mind of the submissive that really determines which methods are going to work, and which won't.  And as a follow on to that, it is the desired outcomes and agreed limits of the dynamic which puts the finishing touches to the relationship.  Hopefully leading to bliss and contentment on the part of the submissive, and the fulfillment of the Dominant's desires.

 

It, the exchange between dominants, is not always this pleasant unfortunately.  I have seen a few that become paranoid that someone is trying to steal their submissive away, and so they then become aggressive and intolerant.  Most of these confrontations have lead to threats, and from where I stood, observing, it was not the place of confident men exercising their ownership and control.  The only good thing about it was that the submissives were not there to see it.  It is almost like they *** someone questioning their control over the submissive. 

 

DanteReign a well thought out and written story.

[Phoenyx]

38 minutes ago, MossyBoy said:

It, the exchange between dominants, is not always this pleasant unfortunately.  I have seen a few that become paranoid that someone is trying to steal their submissive away, and so they then become aggressive and intolerant.

Attitudes and insecurities---The Scene boasts far too many of them.  It isn't just the problem mentioned above.  More often than not, it's a conflict of, "I'm more dominant than you!"  More experienced Doms/ Dominas will simply have a quick stare-down, followed by mutual silent treatment, and leave it at that.  The younger ones though, seem determined to take it further.  Me, I'll just grab a bag of popcorn, and watch the tufts of fur fly.