The ultimate sacrifice for the feminine is to submit, and to give up control - ALL control - over to the masculine.

She must admit, to herself first, that she actually has NO desire to know what is coming, at all.

She wants to be blind.

She wants to have no control over it.

She wants him to provide her with the unimaginable.

That is what all feminine “truly desires” from the masculine.

It’s her ultimate Turn-On.

Until she does submit to that Turn-On, to Blindly following his every command, with no idea what will happen and where she's going, she will never experience what she came here for.

And it's the ultimate paradox - because when she gives up control and willingly hands it over to the masculine, and trusts her entire existence, her well-being, her pleasure and her experience into his hands, she finally comes in touch with her true power.

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The problem is, she has surrendered her power over to the wrong quality of masculine.

One that is incapable of being the frame that the power and the precision of her submission requires.

She wants to be with the man who makes her tremble with excitement and anticipation when he gives her a certain look.

She wants a man whose energy activates her every cell, and sends shivers down her spine.

Who knows how to drive her crazy with his voice, and with his silence.

Who commands the timing as well as the resources to make her life an endless source of pleasure and play.

Whose every single touch and stroke makes her feel like she is about to combust with the sensations that he so expertly delivers.

Who can render her helpless without ever tying her up; command her without ever saying a word; and make her cum without ever laying a hand on her.

It isn't hard to submit to the masculine.

The hard part is ditching the wimpy fucker and becoming the UNmatch to the quality of masculine you'll gladly submit to.