My beautiful tree

Madame,

It's about time.
While I always jot down my most memorable moments (!) as soon as a session is over, it always takes me a little while before I can start putting them into shape.

When I think back on our session, it's the climaxes that come back to me first. The sequence of wheel pricks (kipik), the pinches, the blows, the spanking implements that almost brought me to orgasm and my tears, which flowed freely at the very end of the session, accompanying a gentle, liberating return to earth.
It's the top of the Christmas tree, the star that crowns it, but for me, it's not the essence of the session.

The branches in between, the fact of being attached, vulnerable, subject to your plan and your inspirations. The very intense sensations: the pain and its endorphins, the thrill of you lying or sitting on me, the softness of your stockings sliding over mine.

The low branches, Marthe's presentation and clothing, the necklace, the "ette" rhymes, the smell so characteristic of your dungeon, your laughter and then the music or rather, this time, its absence.
And finally, the fundamentals, trunk or roots if you like. The moment I enter your apartment and the short discussion that follows, with a mixture of apprehension and impatience. The confidence that leads me to knock on the living room door without hesitation.

It's this balance of things that, for me, makes our sessions so rich and soothing. It's what makes me feel so alive afterwards.

F, or Marthe, as the case may be.