They are not even dominates, they are abusers--uneducated and cocky looking to push around and get someone to do anything they want. Most of these  submissive wo/men who think they're looking for a dominate, [ wanting a little dirty talk and playful slapping,] need to look for a dominate partner instead.   They are two completely different things.

Calling his pets to the hall from their bedroom’s he’d slip in hands in to his pockets making sure everyone was here and paying attention until he could continue. “Alright, I have to work on a big project so I’m going to be spending the next five or six hours in my office. Do not disturb me under any circumstances, do you understand? While I’m working make sure to get your chores done and dinner ready. Mi I know you plan on heading out shopping. I’ve left my card as a well as a small purse at the door for you to use, don’t forget your list this time, and take Hyeon with you. She needs to learn the area and where we put the food. Prepare yourselves for the schedule today, we’ll do what we can once I’m done. Alright… I’ll see you in a few hours.” His hand reaching out to gently pet the top of your heads before he’d turn and walk down the stairs. Closing the door to his office in only a matter of moments and beginning his work.

He’d merely nod. His form slipping behind you to close the doors as you motioned towards the bath. Joining you only in moments as he sat against the side of the tub. A blue luffa already in his hands and being dunked in to the water with those soap bubbles clinging to his skin. He had to resist the urge to join you in the tub… knowing that months ago during grooming sessions like this how he enjoyed sitting there behind you.. but no. He couldnt do somehting like that now. Not in this moment. So instead he waited for you to be seated. The luffa being brought to your back and shoulders. To your arms as he lifted both and gently wiped down your skin. And the abandoned as he brought his wet hands to your face and gently caressed your cheeks.

Stepping into the hot water, he slowly turns to slide down--careful not to slip on his way in. Settling, he closes his eyes for a moment, the sweet aroma washing over him completely as he runs his hands over his knees against the bubbles clinging to his skin. Your silence eats away at him slowly, makes him want to dissolve right there on the spot but when he opens his eyes he doesn't want to bring them away from you. Lifting his arms, he lets you wipe him down --follows your movements to make it easier for you. When he feels the warmth of your palms across his cheeks, he can't help the tear that falls as his eyes follow the way your thumb caresses his skin. Bringing his hand up, he curls his fingers around your wrist if only for that moment, pulling it down so that your hand ghosts the curve of his jaw and finally rests where the sun kissed the mark of your collar.

As he sat there waiting, he already knew how to set up your bath. Those lips pursed tightly as his silent thoughts made the room slightly suffocating to be in. A box of scented salts being poured in to the steaming water. The salt was for stress and relaxation, something he knew to keep around for your anxiety. And a smelled sweet of rose.. a plant he silently associated with you. The hot bath already having bubbles littering the surface and a small floating kitten hidden amongst the white. A sigh falling from his lips as he sat the box to the side, closed it and looked to the door. “…Yeah” his deep voice calling out as he pushed to a stand and moved to grab his ashtray, bringing it closer. He’d need more than one cigarette tonight.

Sehun opens the door with his body, let's his weight pull it open. Stepping in his eyes search for you, silently waiting for you to look up. Rubbing his elbow, he allows himself to feel the warmth radiating from the bath , a big contrast from on his way down here that make dark lashes flutter. "Can I..get in?" he bites down on his his bottom lip, reaching to run his fingers along his collarbone. It's asking that makes this a normality, --something he couldn't quite help, the yearning prickling his skin that tells him he needs to be told. Breathing in, he takes a step forward--the scents mixing already calming his frazzled thoughts.   

———- Smoke rose, dancing in waves against the cool air as it spread and dispersed. Minho’s tall figure sitting against the cool rim of his bathtub. His eyes on the clock as he waited for his pets to join him for their grooming session. Against his counter line a few of the many objects he’d planned on using tonight. Shaving cream, a razor, lotion and oils. Shampoo and soaps as well as scented bath salts and rocks with unknown purposes. The tub behind him filled with steaming water, nice and hot yet comforting. The smoke from his cigarette only adding to the warm and heavy atmosphere lying in this bathroom. Those eyes moving now to the closed double doors. Awaiting the start of their first grooming session. ————

On a normal night when the alarm goes off, reminding him of the schedule, Sehun is brimming with excitement--rushes off from whatever he's doing just to comply. Now undressing seems heavy, as if every piece of clothing he picked out weighs just under fifty-pounds. He leaves them there in the middle of the floor, and as he leaves the entrance to his room--there's a knot sitting in the core of his chest. It burns like he's see-through, cold and damp and he's afraid. He can't remember the last time he's felt this scared to show his face in front of someone. His worn eyes, and ugly red break lines across his neck and face from hugging much too hard. He's out of it and the walk to the bathroom isn't the easiest task tonight.  He stands there, pressing his forehead to the heavy doors--takes in the smell of smoke, the oaky balm of the door, and for a moment he feels like he's just about merged with it. Knocking softly he speaks, voice a breathy blip of what it usually was, as if he's just the wind knocked out of him. "It's ..Sehun, " he pauses, swallowing thickly. "Can I come in?"