YourDragonLord

I have been a Dominant as long as I can remember. I call myself such because I do not really think my orientation is a choice rather than being in my blood. There is a hidden longing to protect and own. To look down at the one on her knees knees and give that loving tug on her leash. Even the thought of it right now gets my heart beating fast, the hairs on my neck stand to attention, and my heart aches for that moment when she groans in delight.

In this world of kink I have found that I'm a unique and possibly damaged piece of artwork. I don't crave pain, nor do I crave giving abused. It is a flaw which has hindered my search for years now. Some promise to make me like it, but the reality is it has never been my thing. I hope to find one who has some empathy for that and realizes that I still have much to offer.