I adore using my pet like the delightfully willing and submissive boy that he is.
I revel in the fact that I have the privilege of using him in any way I wish.
I get off on the fact that my will is what dictates whether or not he gets to cum.
But, if I'm going to be perfectly frank, I also love knowing that he's submitting to me.
He's under my control.
He's under my protection.
He's just plain under me, most of the time, looking up and begging for more of what I, and only I, give him:
The ability to let go.
Submission is so damn sexy because it's what allows people to let go - and what gives other people (Dominants, I'm talking to you) the chance to get their fingers into another person's grey matter.
Submitting to me means that I get to roam around in your brain and then start using your mind to unravel your body.
Submitting to me means that I get to taste, touch, fuck, push, use, expand, overwhelm, and understand you.
Submitting to me means that I get to get down to the nitty-gritty, ever so hidden, darkest bits of your mind and run around with a flashlight.
Submitting to me means that I get to expose, excavate, and help you express all of the things you never thought were "acceptable" to want, say, do, or discuss.
Submission is sexy because it creates a safe space in which the craziest shit can happen.
Submission is sexy because it gives you permission to be whatever the fuck you want, and not be judged by me when I make/help you do anything we have the mental/physical capacity to enact.
Here's to the submissives, and their endlessly glorious mines of potential.