I live for a little resistance. It’s the part I like most. It sounds like an oxymoron, like I’ve slipped off the deep end, but no one wants a doormat. I’ll elaborate.

Without resistance, there is no d/s. Without that tension, that push and pull, there’s no Dominance, there’s no submission. There’s just a boring powerplay that has no direction, no end goal. You’re not working towards anything, working on anything. Just two passive objects, one dictating, the other taking dictation.

It’s that resistance, that conflict within a submissive’s mind between wanting to obey, and not wanting to obey, that I get off on. It’s what drives me to act, what stirs me, makes me swell. That way you’ll move your hand, to stop me, and then stop yourself. That’s when I shift, adjust myself, before continuing. The little moments, when I’m reassured that you want to be doing this, rather than just doing it for the sake of doing it.

Besides, if you ever do try to stop me, there’s never been a better excuse for a spanking.

Isso é muito a gente.... ;)