How a Domme feels when she is inside her lover.
So how do I feel when I'm fisting my lover? I feel all-powerful. It's a huge rush knowing that he is entrusting me with something precious that could cause him great harm just believing that I will take good care of them and see that nothing happens to him. It's also a wonderful feeling knowing that he is putting his mental health in my hands, that it is something that could cause great humiliation, embarrassment, and fear but that again, he knows no harm will come to him. He trusts me in every way possible to take him to the edge and to bring him back down again. I am a very caring lover and I lie down and hold him while he recovers and I help him cope with all the physical, emotional, and spiritual aspects of such intensity.
When I am inside my lover's body, I feel as if the two of us are sharing one spiritual body and that our movements are fluid and natural and right. That every reaction has an equal and opposite reaction so I try to see and to feel what they are experiencing rather than what I'm physically feeling. I try to attune my body and mind to his and to acclimate to his desires, not just the physical but what their psychological motivations and needs are. I often close my eyes to block out the rest of the world and to only feel the world through my fingers.
If you have ever explored a lover's bottom, you can probably remember how trusted you felt as her inner rings slowly relaxed and enter her further, whether in depth or diameter. That vulnerability he gives to me is a gift that I cherish. I love feeling those rings open up to me. At some points, the rings are so tight that I can barely get the tip of my ring finger against it. I gently brush the delicate flesh with my fingertips in tiny concentric circles and allow it to get accustomed to me. Most times, within a few minutes, the body relaxes and I am able to spread the flesh enough to slide further. It's wild when the sphincter muscles that held me back so tightly before giving way to allow not only my finger to enter but two, three, four, or even my whole hand to take up residence in it. And after massaging my way through layer after layer of rose petals, I find my way into a deeper, narrower passage where I must convince the petals to blossom and let me in the inner circle of the bloom. Over and over again until I've reached a depth where it is physically impossible to go further or when my lover cannot take any more.
When it's over, my cheeks are flushed and my pulse is racing with excitement and thrill. That familiar rush where it feels as if we share the same bloodstream, that our bodies are made of stars and lightning is running through my veins. There is nothing on earth quite like it.
When I am inside my lover's body, I feel as if the two of us are sharing one spiritual body and that our movements are fluid and natural and right. That every reaction has an equal and opposite reaction so I try to see and to feel what they are experiencing rather than what I'm physically feeling. I try to attune my body and mind to his and to acclimate to his desires, not just the physical but what their psychological motivations and needs are. I often close my eyes to block out the rest of the world and to only feel the world through my fingers.
If you have ever explored a lover's bottom, you can probably remember how trusted you felt as her inner rings slowly relaxed and enter her further, whether in depth or diameter. That vulnerability he gives to me is a gift that I cherish. I love feeling those rings open up to me. At some points, the rings are so tight that I can barely get the tip of my ring finger against it. I gently brush the delicate flesh with my fingertips in tiny concentric circles and allow it to get accustomed to me. Most times, within a few minutes, the body relaxes and I am able to spread the flesh enough to slide further. It's wild when the sphincter muscles that held me back so tightly before giving way to allow not only my finger to enter but two, three, four, or even my whole hand to take up residence in it. And after massaging my way through layer after layer of rose petals, I find my way into a deeper, narrower passage where I must convince the petals to blossom and let me in the inner circle of the bloom. Over and over again until I've reached a depth where it is physically impossible to go further or when my lover cannot take any more.
When it's over, my cheeks are flushed and my pulse is racing with excitement and thrill. That familiar rush where it feels as if we share the same bloodstream, that our bodies are made of stars and lightning is running through my veins. There is nothing on earth quite like it.
6 years ago
