It's probably an odd preference to have, but nothing gets me weaker than when a domme is calm, reserved, when she's still. I live a very busy and chaotic life, I work in a chaotic environment and I'm also a very anxious individual. My heart races and my mind wanders frequently as I often feel overwhelmed by everything around me.

Subbing for a domme who is very collected and in control of things is so mesmerizing. Quiet confidence is so attractive. She doesn't need to do anything, doesn't need to please anyone, she knows she's in control and she relishes in it. Knowing that when she's gentle with me, it's not because she feels the need to please me, it's because she wants to please me. Being allowed to have a taste of that still, calmness that she projects, being allowed to rest for just a minute, being brought deeper by her soft, calm, reassuring voice. When she makes me drop, when I can barely think, I can finally relax and feel calm. Not the same kind of calmness that she has, she's calm because she's in complete control, I'm calm because I have no control.

Even the absence of her words commands respect. She knows the weight her words carry, and she knows that I know the weight her words carry. A raised eyebrow, her hand on my cheek, even an amused smirk commands my obedience. Being trained to read her body language and know what she desires, what she demands from me makes me feel so submissive. I blush, I stutter, I fumble over my words, while she watches in amusement. She's not a mess like I am, and that's why she's the one in control. I want to endure all of her hard tasks, because if I be a good boy and do what I'm supposed to she'll let me relax and take all my thoughts away for a while.

Her calmness is my guiding light, my northern star. She's the eye of the storm, a desert oasis. Her soothing voice shackles me and liberates me.