I’ve been thinking about that test I took awhile ago that said I’m an Alpha male. Granted, I don’t believe that an online test is the end all, be all of determining your dominance level. After all there are tests out there that will tell you what type of dog you would be, who’s the friend you’re most likely to end up in a jail cell with and what Disney princess you would be and no, I haven’t taken any of those. Even I have limits.
On this blog and in most of my stories I focus the male being submissive, but I could certainly top the right T-Girl. Don’t get me wrong, I’m still more submissive than dominant, but a big part of my submissiveness is about pleasuring the woman I’m with. If I’m shoving her up against the wall and we’re passionately going at it and she’s digging it, like reeeeealy digging it, then it would be ‘All aboard! This train is leaving the station!’.
Take the lovely lady above. If you were lucky enough to be making out with Ana and she was passionately returning your attentions while murmuring how much she wanted you inside her, well I’m pretty darn sure I would rise to the occasion. A big part of the sub thing, at least for me, is to be wanted by someone so badly they are aggressive and instant about what they want. Because of that I still find femdom interesting. Not as titliating as these beautiful and delicious T-Girls, but pretty darn exciting if the woman is really into it and not just playing a part.
Dominance and submission comes in many different shades of gray. (I bet you see what I did there) I don’t know if I will ever discuss it all here and you’ll be happy to know that is not my intention. After all, I only have my own experiences to draw from and when it comes to D/s sex, I’m well read, but hardly worldly.
I guess we’ll explore it some together and we’ll talk about my stories and we’ll have fun with some captions along the way. If you want to share your experiences and wisdom with me I’d be happy to listen.
I’ve been reading some Omegaverse fan fiction lately. That whole universe is based on humans who have wolf/dog pack characteristics that are Alpha/Beta/Omega. In this universe sex is a little different. Out side of the ‘normal’ biology you have Omega males who can get pregnant by either another male or an Alpha female. That whole Alpha female on Omega male thing is quite intriguing to me and at some point I may take a stab at that in their universe, but I digress. That is a long lead in to explain why I was interested enough to take an on line test last week to determine if I’m Alpha, Beta or Omega. I expected to come out a Beta, but much to my surprise, according to the test, I’m an Alpha.
If that’s the case, why the heck am I so darn sexually submissive?! That answer is out there on the internet and I’m not going to go into all the psychology of it here. Instead, I’d like to explore it a little from my point of view.
In my every day life I’m not some CEO or any one of the other high powered positions that come to mind when you think ‘Alpha male’. However, I am a manager of sorts with a significant amount of responsibility that requires me to wear my Alpha hat. In the rest of my life I generally try to resist taking on any more responsibility or telling others what to do. I won’t let people push me around, but at the same time I’m not aggressive. But I’m not even sure if any of that plays into my submissiveness. I’m a very partner focused person and I like to make people happy. When the person I’m in bed with is getting off on what I’m doing…well that’s what gets me off. If she does that and acts like she really wants me, won’t take no for an answer type of wants me, I’m putty in her hands.
So I guess this isn’t the in depth expose’ I was thinking it might be. Maybe I’m really just that simple. If you want me and really let me know that you’ve got to have me, I’m probably yours. And yours and yours and yours too. Good thing for my current relationship that no one ever try’s to take me like that or I’d be in deep trouble.
Submission isn’t the same for everyone and my version is very vanilla with maybe some chocolate syrup and a few nuts. No where near the Rocky Road of cuckolding or the black raspberry chocolate chunk of BDSM, but with the right partner, okay it would have to be the perfect partner, I might take a small bowl and give those choices a try.