L&R July 2017 Magazine

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The Dominant Female...
It is a difficult subject. What I can express with clarity is that in the scope of my life I have
met no man I could not solve and in most cases step around and beyond. I am not
certain what created this force within me, though I know that my husband tempered it. I
do believe that the potentials of the High End Dominant/submissive originate within the
DNA. Those that seem to carry the traits the strongest appear to descend from families
of historical dominance. I believe that most women are naturally 'commanders' of their
realm. Generally this is perceived to be their homes, children, families. They are the
organisers, propellers, shelterers, comforters. They are the creators of life. They are the
glue that holds the world together.
Within this, other things are also true. The majority of women carry a submissive strain
split that allows them to tolerate the 'dominant' man. And, most women emerge from
conditional training toward how to 'submit' to men. The result is a confusion of instinct,
social training, and angst. Emerging from this are a tiny number of women that stand up
to openly reveal themselves. They are the antithesis of the bitchy, arrogant, self-serving
female. This is the woman that comes to believe that the elements that are instinctively
natural to her, enhance, improve and stabilise the world around her. If I follow my natural
self it is to direct, inspire, control and insist on actions from those around me. Sometimes
this is a subtle thing, other times it is exceedingly overt.
When I was young I struggled greatly with this, for I felt there was a de-feminising quality
to it. Until I realised that the judgment or the critique was the viewpoint of others. To
equate strength in a woman to masculinity is the cruelest of all. For what emerges from
within me is the heart of my womanhood. This judgment is the final effort to control the
uncontrollable dominant female through words of shame. There came a moment when I
sundered the barriers and boundaries binding me. When I ceased viewing my own
strength as anything but the purity within me. At that moment my laughter returned, my
joy of life, my exuberance in the wonders surrounding me. In essence I gave myself
permission to be free.