From: Seattle, WA
I like the respect and how they treat me and I like the dynamic and how I reciprocate their kindness and submissiveness. I feel it is more rewarding and enjoyable for me personally than being a submissive/slave.
Perhaps because I was not well suited to being a slave or I just deep down am a dominant.
Many dominants like to bottom. Being the authority figure is not the same as enjoying giving or receiving sensation play.
I think that some people view concepts like "respect" and "kindness" and reciprocity as not being particularly dominant, which is odd considering that there are many different archetypes of leadership in the world.
Once, during a dominant women's tea, I was tormenting the nipples of one of the servers while cooing and "poor baby"-ing him. After I let him go, a new woman looked at me with wide eyes and said, "But ... you were so nice."
It took me a moment to recover from this statement given what I'd just done to the man's chest, but I managed to find my voice.
"If you consider, how unnerving would it be for someone to sweet talk you while hurting you, especially if you couldn't get away. I think it creates a lovely imbalance. Also, [submissive guy's name] whimpers so wonderfully that cooing at him just makes sense."
(That, and yelling and barking harsh orders in the middle of such a pleasant tea would've just been rude.)
But back to your original question: I discovered during what was supposed to be a "switch weekend" with a friend that their very obvious desire to be dominated (I brought them to their knees just by talking to them in a certain tone of voice) sparked something in me that I hadn't realized I'd wanted until I had it. I loved making them blush, adored their service, enjoyed being pampered, and made it very clear when I was displeased with their behavior.
i didn't feel nearly as fulfilled when submitting or serving. I like being of help, I like being productive, and I like teaching. I don't like having my time wasted for someone else's amusement, and I don't see the point in suffering if I don't get at least an equivalent amount of pleasure out of it. It was certainly an educational set of experiences, but ... not something I craved.