Reading this thread I had aftercare as a session. Let me explain. I saw a famous Amazonian Mistress whose name I won't mention, around a decade ago when she'd travel to NYC once a year. I probably saw her four times and she was/is professional, courteous, gorgeous and loves what she does. Since she would visit here annually I'd make an appointment as soon as she would post a trip, usually a month in advance. For this session I emailed that I'd like to finally experience my first strapon session.

When the day of the session arrived, on a weekend, I was experiencing a career and personal crisis. I should have cancelled the session, but didn't have the nerve to disappoint her. I went to her hotel, we met in the lobby and she took me to her suite, where told me to change into my attire in the sitting room while she would change in the bedroom. As I got ready I got more and more depressed about my real life... I got cold feet. Not so much about the strapon activity, but my emotions.

The Mistress came in and saw my distress. I told her I couldn't do it and offered my tribute. She told me, "Don't go. I'll change and be right back." She came back in wearing a long robe, began lying down on a daybed in the sitting room and told me to sit next to her on the floor. She asked me what was wrong and I told her everything. She gave me good advice. Tears came to my eyes. She sat down to me, put her arm around me and held me, rocking me back and forth, comforting me.

When the hour was up I freshened up, got dressed and was about to go. At the door she gave me a big smile and hug, told me everything was going to be fine, and to text or email her in the next day or to check in. I left there feeling incredibly better with a new outlook on the issues I was facing. I'll never forget it or thank her enough.