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Is sexual availability, having your submissive partner/s sexually available to you at any time and in any manner you choose, part of your expectations as a Dominant? Why or why not? Are there acceptable limits to this? If so, what are they?

These questions are…wild, yo. I’M enjoying them so far because they push ME to think about how I operate as a Dominant. As far as it goes, sexual availability is not something I expect unless the dynamic calls for it. While I am a highly sexual person, I do not expect someone to be at MY beck-and-call when I feel like banging one out. If there’s one thing I’VE learned to harness and control, it’s MY sexual urges. As much as I enjoy sex, it’s not one of the main things I look for in a submissive.

Allow ME to illustrate: I am often approached by guys who want to service ME while I’M smoking MY cigar. “SIR, I want to be on my knees servicing YOU while YOU smoke!” It’s a great image but falls flat on the dismount. When I hear this, I begin thinking of the logistics.

Ugh. Okay, you’ll need access to MY genitals so…that means I’LL have to either unbutton the pants and/or lower them below MY knees. If I’M wearing jeans, it’s probably doable, but if I’M wearing MY Leathers, I’LL be standing or sitting here, pants down like some creepy bus station flasher. Well, that’s not comfortable. I’M also smoking a cigar and will have to concentrate on smoking and trying to find pleasure while you’re down there chewing on MY goody, goody gumdrops. Am I gonna have to be encouraging or can I ignore the whole thing and let the ash fall where it may? Maybe I can give you a helmet-mounted ashtray so that we’re both somewhat uncomfortable with this whole arrangement. I’LL at least get some use out of you while you’re down there bobbing for apples in MY uncanny valley.

There’s a time and a place for getting on SIR’s Horn of Plenty but not when I’M trying to enjoy a cigar. I’LL let you have a go at MY nipples or pits but MY basement will be closed until such time circumstances allow for oral shenaniganery.

Yours In Leather,
SIR Aaron Wolf