DomCon New Orleans Nov 2016...
She tied my wrists above me and began flogging me and we began exchanging some energy play... I felt safe and open.
As the scene grew I felt a shift coming.
She moved me to the floor and on my back and began to put her weight on me.
Pressing her boots on my abdomen, then my chest, and I felt energy beginning to rush through me... emotions being pushed up and out of me and I suddenly sighed deeply.
Then she sat on my stomach, right on top, straddling me, and began starting to caress my face and I knew what was coming, and as she gazed thoughtfully into my eyes, she smacked my face, HARD. I moaned out loud and as she did it again and again, each smack helped something escape from deep inside, and something began rushing out of me. I began crying and moaning, but I knew this was a beautiful thing, and I wanted more, I wanted this release, I was looking into her eyes smiling inside and letting her know I wanted her to keep going.
I cried for the loss of my Father, and then I cried for the failure with my last Sir.
And then He was there.
And I smiled even as I kept crying because there's this amazing Man that I am so lucky to have met and I'm so honored to know and love- yet I'm also so sad that we're far apart.
And I thanked Mistress with each smack, with each flog, with each knowing look as I felt all of the great sadness I've experienced over the last year pouring out of me... and that with all these realizations I know that there's this deep core of great loneliness inside of me that I must accept about myself... so I can release it.
"I see you," She smiled.
And She held me. And I felt Her own sadness and fear, even as Her strength and courage warmed us both.
And I realized, I am not alone. No One is Alone.
© Nov 2016, hH