One thing I love from a bdsm session is the emotional release. It’s only completely happened to me twice, the first time I wasn’t sure what was going on with me, the second being in a semi public place (when Bob had me restrained at our local swing club on his birthday).
I miss that total emotional release. It’s definitely one thing I can’t see Gun ever trying to replicate. He can’t stand hurting a woman, whether she wants it or not, so seeing her break down the walls and end up a sobbing puddle would probably just kill him. I just couldn’t do that to him.
Bob nearly got me to that point twice this past weekend, but ended up stopping just short of it. So, it’s still somewhat bottled and under pressure.
That emotional release, especially when paired with white hot sex after, is a drug. It’s the feeling I crave and actually physically ache for.
Since the next quad visit will be a weird one (Lexxi and I will be heading off to be part of a ladies weekend), and my kids will be home for at least part of it, I know I won’t get a session that would bring me to that place.
So, this kitten will rub her ass, take a look at the bruises she has, and smile while waiting patiently until the next time she can hope to feel that way.