Welcome to my aftercare. Specifically stage 3 of my aftercare. I did a heavy breathplay session with Lydia earlier this evening, and now I’m slowly easing myself back into the world.
Stage 1 of aftercare happens while I’m naked and sweaty. Bits of equipment are still scattered around and straps or rope remain to be untangled. The conversation is light and giddy. I’m still floating from endorphins and want to chat about what we just did. Shaking and laughter may spontaneously erupt.
Stage 2 is when clothes have been pulled on, hair dragged back into place and my keys and phone located. It’s the casual conversation afterwards. What plans we have. Who is traveling where. What bizarre situations we’ve encountered recently (Lydia normally wins that one). It’s a nice way to transition from the slightly surreal confines of a BDSM play space to a damp Seattle night.
Stage 3 is my selfcare. It’s where I pamper myself. It’s not quite as elaborate as D humorously describes in her recent aftercare post. A massage, bubble bath and dinner at my favorite restaurant sounds perfect. I’m having to make do with some Jamón ibérico, French bread, brie and champagne. But that doesn’t suck as a way to unwind after a session. I guess I’m also writing this post, which is another way for me to relax. So thanks to everyone out there for being another part of my aftercare process.
It’s tough to find shots of aftercare. So instead he’s an image of somebody being pampered in the style to which she looks accustomed. I’m not normally someone who’d like naked slaves around, but a helpful body to bring me a glass of wine after a scene would be nice. I found this on the Vengeful Goddess tumblr. It’s originally from Divine Bitches.
I don’t do it any more because of the health risk at my age, but hypoxia does give one hell of a rush.
I once had a sub who liked nothing better than to be “bagged and shagged” as she put it.
Ever tried a rubber hood and rebreather?
Enjoy the aftercare.
It’s definitely a big rush for me. One of the biggest and best. Partly because the domme can get so close and it feels so intimate. Breathing is such a fundamental instinct.
I’ve played a lot with hoods and gas masks, but I’ve never tried a rebreather. That’d be interesting. I used to be very panicky about stuff completely over my face, but practice has made me a lot better at handling it.
Thanks.
-paltego
Hi Paltego:
I always love writing about my experience as part of my after care. When I used to travel to session I spent the bus ride home madly scribbling in a note book heedless of who was seated next to me. It also helped me relive the session and insured I wrote down the memories while they were still fresh so I would not forget anything.
My Mistress and I would usually take some time to just hang out with each other and talk after the session just as you describe. I used to bring treats to session so we would sometimes consume those if we hadn’t already. (My former Mistress had a sweet tooth. Amazing she stayed as slender as she was.)
At home with Her Majesty aftercare is very different of course. There isn’t that feeling of having to step back out into reality like there was when I left the dungeon. For us after care usually involves snuggling in front of the TV and eating some yummy treat or just enjoying a hot cup of tea together.
Thanks for sharing your aftercare with us!
Thanks hmp. I’m only a 7 minute drive from Lydia’s space (I know the timing well!), so there’s no time or option to scribble on my journey back. But I do enjoy a little blog therapy in my mellowing out stage 🙂
I envy you the chance to simply snuggle and hang out on the couch. Sometimes I want space to think and decompress, but a little snuggling and a cup of tea in front of the TV is always nice to have as an option!
-paltego
Great post!
I love breath play. I never do it to myself alone, because that’s a great way to die, but when my last boyfriend was in the mood, he’d choke me out. I figured it was safe because it was a medial professional. Good times, lol.
Like you and HMP, I often have the urge to write down what happened during a particularly intense session. Hope this isn’t too much information, but sometimes remembering it and thinking about it afterward produces more sexual excitement than I felt when actually experiencing it–especially a heavy corporal session.
Thanks for sharing!
Margo
Thanks Miss Margo.
Breathplay is always one of my favorite activities, although I’m a little wary of choking. There’s a nice primal aspect to it, but the lack of precision bothers me. All those delicate tubes in the throat…
I envy you the ability to get more excitement post-play! I enjoy the documenting side, but my imagination sadly doesn’t work that vividly. Normally the main effect is to make me ponder when I can play again 🙂
-paltego