Being the Dom.

I have come to realize that I have a little bit of a dominatrix side.  Those few instances where it has manifested itself have been, shall we say titillating?  I guess I didn't think of it as dominating or being the dominant to a submissive until someone made a comment connecting my experience and this label.

  I guess what I should say is that to me being the dom is all about being in control.  It's about you and doing what you want.  If the guy gets out of line, you push him back down and make him suffer by teasing him till he's about to explode.  It's about going all the way and right when you think he's going to lose it, he pulls you up so as to last longer.  It's making him have to consciously remove himself from you, physically.  It's about torturing him by smirking and giving him a moment to catch his breath, and then going back down to bring him back to that point.  It's about taking the lead, and giving him just enough cues that it doesn't sound like an instructional lesson, but that he can pick up on them and follow your lead.  It's all about the power, and that to me is the best feeling in being physically intimate.  That I am able to bend someone to my will and that their pleasure is directly connected to my actions.  That I am in complete control and get to choose what I do to him.  That he looks at me with those wide surprised eyes when I give him anything, especially when our bodies first graze one another till I leave him completely spent and exhausted.  I love that feeling of feeling his body against mine, the need and urgency in his touch.  How much he wants needs me.  So much so, that I can't remove his clothes fast enough and he rips them off himself.  How I can make him squirm at my touch and quiver as spasms of pleasure shoot through his body.  The way he wants to please me to thank me for what I've given him.  How he  wants to make me feel good, in order to transfer some of his own pleasure... but transferring it to me only makes him get more turned on.  How  he worries that since I've teased him this far, I may at any point stop and that would be agonizing for him and so he tries to make me feel the way I'm making him feel so I won't stop what I'm doing.
I love the feeling of being in control and putting my needs in front of his.  How doing what I want makes me happy, and yet it makes him even more so.  How thankful he is for getting to spend the night with me.