In my shallower subspace I am a bit of a brat. I tend to be a little bit of a tease and will occasionally attempt to turn her on and/or lose control.
This may be bad form on my part, but I've always felt if the dynamics weren't ramped up, there probably isn't any harm in letting the woman I love know that I'm attracted to her.
In regards to this, K was a bit different than F or T.
With K, it was more of a sensual seduction. I could rub up against her and nuzzle my face into her shoulder, gently kissing her. If she looked at me I might make some small motions with my tongue. If she was "into it" she would look away and pretend to ignore me, forcing my advances to get more aggressive. At some point she might ask, "what's wrong pet? I get the impression that you want me to put your tongue to work..." or something along those lines. K was a bit of a voyeur, so her response was often to have me strip and tease my genitals or my nipples until I was whimpering for her attention. That was her "warm up" process and it took a few cycles of her ordering me to do/stop doing something for her to get revved up.
F and T were similar in that the majority of what they wanted to do involved my rump. If I was feeling adventurous I might wiggle my rump for them, "dropping things" and bending over to pick them up, and so on.
With F it was easy to see her progress. As she would get turned on a grin would form on her face that wouldn't go away and her eyes became... predatory. F didn't like getting too aroused when it wasn't her choice, so if I did this, I knew I was playing with fire. This was the start of our sex though, so I will admit to being the guilty party in this. If I tried to turn her on... she would use that to fuel her sadism... the insolent slave attempting to seduce his Mistress. It wouldn't be long before I was writhing and squirming, sobbing and struggling within her grasp. That was what she wanted... to make me cry out in pain and watch my tears flow. That was her warm up.
With T, I knew that once I offered that up she would both hurt me and violate me, but unlike F, she preferred much more to violate me than to hurt me. T required a lot less warm up than F or K. Her arousal was often like a light switch... once it was on, it was on and things would start soon after. It would only take her half a dozen swats to my rump before she was ready to take me. I knew after she violated me and my tears subsided, that we would lie together and feel close and intimate.
I know that in some situations, these attempts at seduction would be frowned upon. I know that I could live without them but in my memories they are often quite happy times.