Sub Aftercare: Identifying Post-Play Needs

Sometimes I want to be beaten. I want to let my breath go ragged as I lay prostrate before Daddy, feeling the floor shudder under her boots as she circles me. I want to float in a liminal space of fear and anticipation, ears pricked for the sound of leather cracking through the air beforeContinue reading “Sub Aftercare: Identifying Post-Play Needs”