Elita is playing Chopin, you can hear the piece if you like. She’s naked and is as calm and beautiful as the Nocturne she is playing, the music washing away the adrenaline in her bloodstream.
The adrenaline is there because she has just delivered a severe beating with a cane, the violence and intensity driving chemical stimulation through her veins, just as the pain of it has driven soothing endorphins through mine.
I lie on the sofa behind her; sore and throbbing, but enjoying the floaty subspace to which her caning has transported me. My breathing and heart rate are just starting to slow, as I am calmed by the beautiful music and by Elita’s serene presence.
Our kinks have been sated and are, for now, at peace.
Was there ever a better aftercare?
The violent and intense session that is responsible for her adrenaline is described in this earlier post
The piece is Chopin’s Nocturne No2 in E Flat Major
More, though perhaps less musical, sin here: