I’ve been feeling a little reflectively lately.
I do now and then.
Today marks one year since the second occasion I booked a Private Session with a Professional Mistress. I think it’s interesting to remember some of my feelings going into that.
In music, there’s a term called ‘The Difficult Second Album Syndrome’.
“I love the pathetic noises you make as you squirm”
Has it been an hour? Or ten minutes? Or ninety minutes? More?
I have no idea.
It is dark, I’m encased in the vac bed – and whilst this feels quite tight, every now and then I feel Ms Evilyne pumping more air in as it wraps into *every* crack and crevasse.
All I can see is darkness and the vivid fantasies in my head. Every one I feel guilty about, every one a distraction.