After Care

Every time I think I can’t be surprised, Emma outdoes herself.

She took to the flogger like a natural. It’s something I suspected – Emma being a masochist – but I didn’t want to get my hopes up. She wanted to keep going, but I was afraid to take it too far. It freaked me out a little when she checked out on me. Maybe she’s right, she just got caught up in the motions, but she seems very susceptible to subspace, and I know better than to put either of us into a situation where we could cross a line we couldn’t un-cross. Setting up a check-in system is something I should have done before now…

I’m about to blow my load inside of her, and she goes limp. She’s moaning and groaning, responding obscenely to everything I’m doing to her body. The rhythmic pulsing around my cock is incredible. When I snap my hips into her a certain way, she gives out a gratified cry and urges me to keep going. Her noises are really what send me over the edge. The guttural moans, the full-body gasps, the way she can’t hold back her cries… After I come inside of her, the TENS unit is still pulsing and threatening to get me hard again.

I call out to Emma, “Give me your word, Princess.” Nothing. I repeat the request, “Emma, give me your word.” Again, no response except for the pleasured moans she’s been giving out this whole time. I pull out and turn off the TENS unit. I crawl around her to get to her fingers and give the two squeezes, but she’s not squeezing back. I’ve heard that it’s possible, but I’ve never had a sub actually hit subspace without pain, but here she is… I was right when I said she was highly susceptible. I just thought it would be after a mild beating or something.

I get off the bed so I can walk to the side and unbuckle her wrists and help her into a side-lying position. Her eyes are closed and she looks high as a damn kite. And she’s fucking beautiful. The peace that has overcome her face is hypnotic, and I can’t help but want to be there with her.

I bend down to gently stroke her hair out of her face, softly speaking to her, “Hey there Princess.” She opens her eyes, dazed and barely focused when she smiles and answers sleepily, “Hey Bell.” She closes her eyes again. She’s got a sheen of sweat drying on her body, so she’s already shivering. I pick her up bridal-style and reposition her so I can cover her with blankets. She’s talking to me softly, but it’s all nonsensical.

She has her eyes closed when she asks me, “Bell, have you ever wanted to fly like a bird?”

“I haven’t really thought about that.”

“Me either… But it’s really… nice… flying.”

I feel a smile on my face, “You flying, Emma?”

She nods her head, “Yeah, Bell, I’m flying…” She smiles and takes a deep breath. “Birdie…”

This is where aftercare comes into play. Her body has been flooded with natural chemicals released by her nervous system. She’s experiencing an actual ‘high’ right now, and it’s my job to help her come down from it gradually. I move everything off the bed and crawl in behind her. I pull her into a spooning position so I can talk in her ear softly without smothering her. I take the opportunity to caress her, give small massages all over her body. Maintaining contact is important for her right now. It was touch that took her up, and touch is what will help her come down gently and safely. I keep talking to her and just gives me a bunch of ‘hmmm’s’ and head nods.

I turn her body around so she’s facing me again. I keep my voice gentle as I tell her how good she is, how happy she makes me, how she’s so beautiful. She smiles when I place gentle kisses on her forehead, her eyelids, her cheeks, her nose. When I kiss her lips, she responds with surprising enthusiasm and moves to deepen the kiss. I feel a little strange making out with her when she’s in this headspace, but the last thing she needs to feel is rejected right now. She pulls me on top of her, but I can’t bring myself to have sex with her like this. She’s completely out of it. I doubt she’ll remember anything, and I feel like I wouldn’t truly have her permission. It’s not something we’ve talked about before, so in my mind, consent isn’t truly there. So I keep kissing her, meeting her passion and intensity, but not making moves to enter her, despite her attempts to make me…

I forget that it’s great to just make out with her. Kissing Emma is a spiritual experience of its own. She pulls me in and I feel like my soul is just hers. Physically, it’s fantastic – The mechanics between us are well-practiced and we complement each other perfectly. The way she uses her fingers – gently caressing my face, my neck, my torso – she does it with a perfection that is unique to her. She knows just how to draw me in so that I forget the world around us. Sometimes it’s gentle, sometimes it’s desperate, but the passion is always there.

I don’t know how long we’ve been at it, but eventually we simmer down and go back to holding each other. If someone told me six months ago that I’d be cuddling with Emma Griffin, I’d tell them to get their head checked. It’s not because I didn’t think I’d see her again. Well, that would be part of it, but more shocking would be the fact that she let someone hold her who wasn’t Alex… Alex was the single person who was allowed to cuddle with Emma, and with those two it was so natural. Observing just the two of them, I would never guess that Emma hated to be touched. Well, I guess the more accurate statement would be that she wouldn’t allow herself to like to be touched. Now, she welcomes physical affection with me, even initiating it herself half the time. Knowing her past aversion to physicality, I will never take her warmth for granted. I doubt I’ll ever get enough of touching Emma.