It was so relaxing I almost didn’t notice when the soft strands stroked over my back for the first time, but I quickly realized the almost hypnotic sensation wasn’t negative. Neutral, at the very least. It was like a gentler version of the way he’d stroked my back earlier, so that probably meant it was on the positive side of neutral.
After a while, I decided I liked the way it caressed my back but there was something better about gentle strokes over my chest and legs. Trying to take it in was like hyper-focusing on a feather being trailed over my skin, and it made the rest of the world almost fall away.
It was so different than anything else I’d ever felt, when it finally thudded against my back, I didn’t know how it felt. Firm. Pain wasn’t the right answer because that had negative connotations but I wasn’t sure how other subs would’ve described it.
As the strands continued to fall against me, landing on my back, wrapping themselves around my arms, my thighs, it became harder and harder to keep track of how it felt so I just let that thought go. I told myself I’d figure it out later and let my Dom give me sensations.
Warm sensations.
Tingly ones.
Teasing ones.
At some point I went from warm and relaxed to stiff and confused, but before I could decide how to complain, I remembered where I was and where my Dom was.
Right there beside me.
“Good boy.” Somehow he’d ended up behind me with me resting against his chest, but he wasn’t hugging me like he had before. “I’m going to release your hands, then I’m going to cuddle you tighter as long as that doesn’t sound overwhelming.”
He liked cuddling.
Yes.
I remembered that.
Oh.
“That’s weird.” He liked communication too, so it wasn’t just complaining to tell him what I was thinking. “Being free now. That’s weird.”
My arms felt heavier than usual and they didn’t like being free.
They wanted to brat but that sounded like it would take too much effort.
“Let’s try this and see if it helps.” His arms ended up being my restraints that time. “Relax your muscles again. I’ll decide when you can move.”
Yes.
He was in charge.
That’s what Doms wanted.
Control and someone to take care of.
“Good boy.”
I was going to relax and give him someone to take care of.
Yes.
I was his good boy and he was going to be in control.
Chapter 9
Happy Dom
Well, we’d found at least one thing that made him happy...being flogged...two if we counted how much he seemed to like being restrained. It also seemed like gentle didn’t shut off his brain. He didn’t mind gentle, but simply caressing him with the flogger and even the lighter swings kept his mind going.
It hadn’t turned off until we’d gotten to harder swings that’d decorated his skin and turned him a beautiful pink color.
