Why should I care?

I spend too much time talking to submissive men who are looking for a Mistress. 90% of them are for different reasons impossible matches for Me. Of the last 10%, there are a lot who want to match, but who back out at the last moment, when they learn that yes, I am willing to meet with them. Of the last tiny amount I meet, they don't turn Me on. They are too young, too old, too tall, not tall enough, they don't laugh in a way I find amusing, they don't smell like a person I want to be close to, they bore Me or they are too eager to entertain Me. And they are all in a hurry.

My desire grows slowly. I need time to want a man. I need to see him bend to Me, gently. I need to have him close for a while, to breathe in his scent. I need to discover the things that trigger Me, the bent neck, the quick blush, the turning of the other cheek when I mentally slap him. Also he needs to demonstrate his intelligence, his tolerance, his will. And I need to see that I make a similar impression on him. I need him to, by his own free will, seek out My presence, desire to stand in My shadow, reach for a touch of My arms or shoulders. I need him to come to Me in more ways than the obvious declaration of his submission. That is too simple, too selfish, too much a scream for attention. I want him to put that away and attend to Me, not to his own frustration.

And so I sort through them, because, despite all this, I dream of this partner - male or female - who is willing to make that space in their lives into which I can step and stand tall. I acknowledge it as a fantasy by now, and the seeking has become My own kind of wanking. With each provocation, with each idiot I need to reject, the fantasy moves one step further away, becomes this much more unattainable.

And so their pleas no longer touch Me. "I have never met a dominant Woman." "My wife refuses to beat me." "I haven't submitted to a Woman in years." Why should I care? What does your lack of satisfaction have to do with Me? I am not those other women who disappointed, rejected or left you. I am the woman giving you some of My time, to see if perhaps you have within you some fragment of the dream I am seeking. And I tell you that I know this much about that ideal. My ideal doesn't come to Me, asking Me to make up for all the disappointments in the past life.

Why should I care about how long you have been without one such as Me? For the one I desire it should be enough that I am here.