I was guarded at first. Literally putting my arm against the wood as if to create a challenge. I couldn’t help myself. I am a true switch and that dominant in me may be overwhelmingly strong when it doesn’t feel relaxed.
Then all at once the dynamic changed. I can’t explain it. Was it a look? A touch? What little lingerie I was wearing coming off? I don’t know. I only know that my body relaxed and I was putty in his hands. Everything around me shut down. I could hear the music but I couldn’t. I sensed the people but it was as if we were the only people in the dungeon. I could feel the sting of the flogger, the sharp point of his knife, and the sting of his slap but they felt like a gentle massage as he worked my body.
I wasn’t emotionally prepared for that kind of intensity. I wasn’t prepared to open myself up like that to a stranger. Sometimes we need to go there even when we aren’t prepared. That is just part of the journey and fighting it is futile. I broke so many barriers that evening – physically, mentally and emotionally.
The only questions is what barriers have yet to be broken?
your kinky courtesan xx