Dominants love this. They love tying us up in impossible ties and watching us try to squirm our way free. They feed off our frustration. They know that, by the end, we’ll tire. Then we’ll sit back, look up at them with those big eyes of ours, and plead for his help.
And that’s where he finds his strength. When we willingly say that we need them to help us, that’s when they feel comfortable. They long to care for us, but not without us wanting the same.