It is important to remember that dominance isn’t less challenging than any other erotic or emotional activity and that Domme’s are not mere sadism machines:
I’d been thinking lately about the feeling I used to get during SM, one I can’t really describe well except poetically, so bear with me if this sounds too woo-woo. I’d feel horny, but not just that, not just tingles in my nether bits but — tigers, two tigers that would wake up and start prowling about, circling inside me. I’d always heard of the “top having spirit animal” meme and I always felt odd that I didn’t have one, see myself as a wolf or bear or eagle or (insert random predator) until I realized — my tigers. They’re not me, they just rent space in my cunt
and that’s why I was confused, I suppose.
Anyway, they’d been sleepy. Or even left, I wasn’t sure. But I hadn’t been feeling them, even as I was getting my libido back and my fun in topping back. I remembered them a few days ago — I’d been trying to rememeber exactly what kindled that spark in me and I thought of the tigers, and were they still in there?
So when I was with Terry, flogging him, fairly lightly as these things go because I was thinking that we should really play at the club and save the my apartment-ing for… other good juju… I thought about my tigers. I called out to them.
They answered me. Faintly at first, but they answered me. Terry totally swooned and got into everything and I savored that and was totally happy because even though I wasn’t whizzing into the best topspace ever, my tigers were answering me!
