I'm a dom, I occasionally perform oral, and I think of it as consumption rather than service- using a slave's body to satisfy some insatiable hunger for twat. In that context it jibes perfectly with the atmosphere of service, humiliation and objectification in which I like slave to exist.
That pussy is my property, if I want to, I can eat it like a fresh apple pie that's still window-sill warm. I can jam my tongue inward and upward like I'm prospecting for gold, or turn my head sideways and play it like a harmonica, if the mood suits me. I'm as entitled to do that as I am to just leave it alone and tell her to suck my cock and then go make me a sandwich.
It's all in the tone of the encounter. If I leave her there quaking like a little bitch, then kiss her aggressively to share with her the taste of her own quivering quim, then finally spit in her face and callously leave the room- there's nothing submissive going on on my end.
She's the one spreading her legs and getting devoured. I'm not empowering her by catering to her whims- she's serving her most intimate places up to me like she was a piece of meat. In this capacity she has all the dignity of a roasted pig on a silver platter, ready for consumption, with an apple jammed into its mouth. Which is to say, no dignity at all.
- FS