I’ve always been Dom

Like anything else in my life, I am finding that being Dom is an identity that I have always had but am discovering in greater depth as time goes on.

From the time I was first sexual, perhaps as early as 10 or 1, I found and avidly read some Victorian erotic novels that were hidden in our den behind other books. I don’t know if they were things my father read, or my mother…but the scenes of very sexual but repressed (usually young) women being tied up and having their desires awakened were formative in my sexual fantasies. Yeah, I know, feminists (myself included) will find the overall notion and implementation ugh. But it’s there deep down in me, now, the ownership/Dom/ master/Daddy fantasy…

I hid it a long time. In the Jaiya Blueprint world, of which I am a coach, kinky is defined as ‘whatever is kinky to you”. Jaiya tells the story of an older couple who were clients and for whom having sex in anything but missionary position was kinky. So, being Dom was hidden. I didn’t cultivate it, learn about it, or even know that growing and learning about my Dom was possible.

And, for many, many years, I was with women who shamed me for self-pleasuring. My mother also did, as was a common experience of men of my generation, the worst thing that could happen was ‘getting caught’ masturbating. So, because I had to do it clandestinely and it was forbidden by a succession of women I lived with or was married to, masturbation became kink. Once I left my second wife I lost interest, it wasn’t forbidden any more. Now I am having to consciously cultivate a self-pleasure practice to relearn how my body responds…

Would being Dom go away if society was totally open and accepting of the relationship? I leave you with that question….and am hoping for comments or discussion on this….