I love the feeling of lying on my side behind a man, holding him close and kissing his neck and ear while I slowly fuck him, thoroughly claiming him while he whimpers and squirms in my arms.
I love that moment where a switch flips in his mind, when he goes from merely tolerating anal to loving it, when he starts to push back against me, moaning and gasping, urging me to go deeper, harder.
I love being able to control him, even from a distance. A well-placed text message can hit him like a hammer to the chest, a stark reminder of what he is and who he belongs to.
I could go on and on. There are more things I love about submissive men than there are stars in the sky. But while the kink is great, and I’ll never complain about how sweet and deliciously needy and slutty they are, it goes so much deeper than that.