Mr. S and I met on Sunday for what proved to be a defining moment in my journey. With my tits and ass bruised and sore, my shoulders aching from being bound and the word ‘dirt’ tattooed in black marker across my stomach, it is still difficult to process everything in my mind. Overall, it was an amazing and positive experience that I am looking forward to repeating with him, as well as trusted others.
As I deal with the thoughts and emotions swirling in my head one thing is utterly clear – Mr. S was an unwavering gentleman, even within his sadistic beatings of my tender ass. I am more convinced then ever my decision to trust and learn from him was the right one. The trust and respect bond I felt with him, giving over complete control – especially while tied up, was something not ordinarily felt with a lover. I will be difficult to replicate, but he has shown me that it does exist.
My suffering body is on the mend, as is my mind with the massive endorphin high & drop and I am beginning to mesh the physical feelings with the mental aspect and sort out a new reality. I am not close to articulating what that reality is, but I suspect it will be soon.
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