Originally Posted by
Pearlgem
You're spot on, Adriana. I love, when it's all over -
*the lovely exhaustion that comes after a hard session,
*the contented sleep of the innocent the next night,
*the aches in expected and unexpected places - the arm muscles that held position for 'hours' while my Master worked his evil magic behind me, thigh muscles that strained to hold wide open, neck stiffness that comes from repositioning your face on the bed because you have to breathe,
*the bruising in bits and pieces over my body that remind me of passionate grips,
*the sting and ache of my bottom after caning. I want to move like an arthritic old lady, and the delicious pretence that I can leap like a mountain goat because I'm back in the vanilla world. I love thinking of what I've done with him when not a soul would suspect me of such thoughts,
*the cane marks on my bottom, his beautiful gift to me, the way they go through set changes and the loss I feel when they are definitely fading but then the growing hunger in me for a fresh set,
*the sheer euphoria days after, the deep and intimate connection I feel with my Master. I always want more!
*the lingering aroma of my bag of tricks - when I open it, I can smell him.