Ah yes! But still!

First and before I forget, thank you for your excellent whisky. I enjoyed it very much, and
than the exchange we had then.

To return to our conversation, allow me to give this title to our meeting lacking of
vocabulary and codes of this world whose doors I'm grateful to you for opening.

Stepping out of the shower, I found myself exposed to your scrutinizing gaze. Your silent, sweeping movements made you seem almost feline, like a predator hypnotizing its prey. I don't know what was going on in your head or what you were after, but I didn't care. I'm "detached" (the near future was going to be very different) from the criteria of seduction. I don't know why or how, but I'm happy, I don't feel humiliated by this nudity.
I present myself as I am, I have no illusions... and you make me exist through your
eyes... At last someone is looking at me.

In the moments that followed, our eyes met several times. I find it hard to put into words what I was feeling at the time. A strange feeling, a search for a connection? But I was never afraid. I thought they were beautiful, and perhaps subconsciously I wanted to unravel their mystery.
Even if "my body" never showed it to you, your touch made my senses tingle. Your shoes, your dress on my skin, your caresses and that hand that welcomed my cheek (part 1, because afterwards LOL).
I felt like a baby again and could easily have fallen asleep on that pillow, I seem to have smiled at the angels for that brief moment.

The rest was a presentation: discovering the instruments (ah yes! After all!), fitting them, trying them on. For the neophyte that I am, all this could indeed have been "torture", but you talked, you commented and you laughed... with that elegant and so feminine laugh.
Laughter. What a subject. I've laughed a lot myself. I don't think it was a nervous laugh of unease or fear, but a frank laugh at the "comicality" of situations. You might object that I wasn't "here and now" at the time.
The gag didn't leave any pain or sensitivity in my jaws. I had to go beyond my "education" to accept the flow of saliva (the flow or the saliva?). The clamps, no kidding? No, a good time, on the contrary. You almost looked like you were having fun.
Under the whip, thanks for leaving me a free hand to save some of the furniture! (even
if they're obsolete, I'm still holding on to them).
You asked me if I'd had a brain enema. Brain enema? Not yet, no. If I'd answered yes, perhaps I'd have been entitled to what would have provided an answer to my question about how women feel... even if, we agree, the physio is different and we're still in a phantasm. Although, we hear a lot about prostatic orgasm. But here again, I'm convinced that the hand...

Mistress, don't change a thing. I just hope I haven't been a drag on you, and if you've had as much fun as I have, all's well in the best of worlds (if you don't look too far away).

THANKS AGAIN FOR ALL THIS.

Student henri