the-quiet-dominant: She felt my own cane this visit, not one borrowed from a rented dungeon.It’s n
the-quiet-dominant: She felt my own cane this visit, not one borrowed from a rented dungeon. It’s nylon core, wrapped in soft black leather, some 30 inches long…short enough to swing properly in a small domestic situation. And with the first stroke she noticed something… I was being hard. I always build up, gradually increasing the intensity, and this was no different, but my starting place was very different. It wasn’t until afterwards that I realised why. Hotel rooms are fine, but you’re surrounded by others, and never know when room service will knock on the door (after all, we never give them much time to clean). A rented dungeon is better, but still you know there is a cab ride back, and however long you rent for, or how big an aftercare kit you may take, it’s hard to let go completely. But home? I have everything I could need. Few neighbours to worry about, and who are unlikely to appear at the door and are easily ignored of they do. Everything available to me for recovery. No time pressures. A place we can hole up in for days if we need to. And so I let go completely on those strokes. The bruises that eventually rose to the surface testament to the deep pain she absorbed for me. It felt good. So good. Home is this Sadists favourite place to be. ~QD -- source link