Woah, that's insane. I'm almost kind of jealous of that guy, to be able to be completely stoic for a three hour double domme session is incredible, imagine his poker face.

That makes sense though. Thank you for your posts, they're a good insight into the domme perspective of things, this is definitely stuff i'll be keeping in mind for the next time I have a session myself.

Thank you for explaining Mistress Ayn. It makes complete sense that a session without any kind of feedback would be less than fulfilling. I was so nervous that first session I don't remember if I said much of anything.



Thomas, that was a great post, thanks for sharing the link. I don't think I've experienced pre-session sub space. This time, however, I did have a few of the next day reminders which brought the session experience back to the forefront of my mind. For instance, today a co-worker slapped me on the back. Not hard, but hard enough since it was right where I have some marks. I felt a quick twinge but then I smiled and felt pretty happy. It's interesting how neurochemicals work and how we react to them differently.



After this last session I have a much better understanding and appreciation for this. It makes sense that the more sessions you have with a Domme that you are able to build a rapport. So this time there was more CP and it was more intense. As you stated, I wanted it to end but I also wanted it to continue. After the session I drove home and I really don't remember driving. I didn't completely zone out but I just sort of arrived home. I wish I could always feel as relaxed as I do after a session!

Kneel4her,

Glad you were able to relate to my analysis.

As for pre-session subspace most of my early sessions were essentially acting out porn. Visual BDSM porn in the 70's and 80's was awful but written stories of varying quality were readily available. In print the story can explore feelings in a way that is hard to do with a camera. Some of the better ones transported me into an erotic trance/bubble so when I was anticipating an imminent session I would often experience the same sort of trance.

you didn't have to say anything. you bit your lip, gasped, groaned, sighed and of course there was that telltale puddle on the floor. I will never let you forget that.