My travels have afforded me time to reflect on many erotic and incredible desires. For myself, I tend to crave the Dominance... The Control...

I get off on it.

To me, a sub is like a elegant instrument. A piece of art that needs a Dom to truly realize his or her potential. When a D/s relationship blooms under the right conditions, they make for the most wonderful and powerful symphonies. A Stradivarius will never produce a beautiful melody while being played by a mechanic trying to be a musician. And likewise, a world class musician could never create an opus with a monkey wrench.

Both are needed.

Along the way, I have discovered a simple truth that in my mind, has brought me to question what I really like about Dominance. This realization has even brought me to question if I am a true Dom. I’ve had this discussion many times and some understand it, and others simply do not. And after much thought, I believe that I am. Even if I seem to contradict myself.

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​Living in the big city was awesome! It wasn't glamorous… But I loved it!
 
There was so much to see and experience! I just couldn't get enough!
 
I moved into my humble studio apartment when I finished college in the hopes of getting my big break as an artist. 

I have to tell you about my last flight. 

I was sitting and relaxing at the airport as I waited for my flight out of the latest city I visited. I usually am pretty satiated when I decided to move on to another town, so I take this time to sip my coffee and collect my thoughts on where I should go next and who I might meet.

And also... To scan the crowd...

It amazes me how many of you have this fantasy about meeting a stranger at the airport. Meeting up in the bathroom for a one time thing... I've been that guy a few times. What can I say, even when I'm satiated, I get horny when I listen to such erotic thoughts. 

She. Was. Pissed!
While cleaning our room, she discovered some notes I had taken from one of the hypnosis sessions I did with her. She knew all about them of course. She wanted to get some eating habits under control. 
Me? I wanted to open her up sexually! She agreed to one or 2 fun triggers for the bedroom, but nothing too risqué. 
My bad luck was that she found my notes regarding my own sexual fantasy and how to get her to accept it. She came storming in like fire and brimstone! I panicked and dropped her in a trance, freezing her in place. As I looked at her frozen form before me, I couldn’t help but get hard.
​The control I had over her was intoxicating. 

It actually worked!
I didn't believe the neighbor in the room next to us when he said he was a professional hypnotist on vacation. I had commented on how spectacularly hot his date was and after a few night caps at the resort bar, he admitted he had ‘helped’ her along a little so he could bring her as his date.
I laughed it off saying he was lucky to have the time to hypnotize such a gorgeous woman. He became real serious and told me almost anyone can be hypnotized under the right circumstances. He then told me about a great technique, which I half listened to. But I remember him commenting about how my own girlfriend looked very receptive to hypnotic suggestions.

My boyfriend has the silliest ideas sometimes!

He’s out there laughing because I told him he was spouting shit again! He’s actually trying to convince me that he managed to hypnotize me! Like THAT would ever happen! I would NEVER let him do that to me!

I mean... I can’t understand people who go to those shows and let the hypnotist make them do silly things on stage. It's embarrassing! Not to mention stupid. Who in there right mind would willingly surrender their free will like that?

Not me!

Master asked me a funny question this morning.

True, I’ve only been HIS for a short time, but I feel like he already knows everything going on inside my head... Like he can actually read my mind! He keeps telling me that it’s not the case. That he only used a variety of hypnosis techniques and conditioning to make me his...

But still...  I’m sure he’s not telling everything!

Anyway... His question caught me off guard:

“How do you experience my control over you?” 

At first, I thought he meant the sexual stuff. I was more than happy to answer that! 

I arrived home to my girlfriend like this.

Completely blank. In her trance...

I chucked a little knowing exactly why she was waiting for me like this. 
Months ago, she had asked me to hypnotize her because she was too shy to live out her deepest sexual desires. To my great surprise and joy, I discovered that she fantasized about being a slave girl. No will of her own. Ready to please her Master. Ready to be used by him.
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She had asked me to make it possible for her. She was so shy and afraid. Ashamed even... But she wanted to explore that side of her desires. 

As the morning light pierces the shades, you awaken from a deep slumber... One you’ve been craving for what seems like an age... Your tender lips creep into a smile of deep satisfaction...
You finally did it...
For years you felt like so many others that grace my door. Ashamed... Afraid... Trapped... Your special desires were always left behind when ever you indulged in your sexuality. Always fearful to trust your lovers with the truth.
You left hints... Like a fisherman throwing a line in the abyss... Hoping to find a way to provoke the right conversation... The right mood... Always a little excited and hopeful that you finally found a partner to indulge your dark desires... 
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You think of them in that way... But as you watch the sunlight caress your skin, you smile even more as you realize that your desires weren’t dark because they were bad...

​Or socially unacceptable...