“The best place in the world is inside a hug”
Yeah, I know; bit soppy isn’t it? But also kinda hard to argue with. I’m going to write posts about two hugs; two hugs that, while seemingly similar from the outside, would come to mean very different things.
Hug Number One – A hug with meaning
The core of my exploration of kink has been sessions of gradually increasing intensity with a Dominatrix, the wonderful Mistress Elita. At the end of each session, when the beating, the sensory overload, the pain and the pleasure have ended, she gives me a hug.
It’s a wonderful thing.
The first time she did this was after a prolonged and intense caning in a hotel bedroom; a caning that had, I think, surprised us both in its relentless ferocity. I wasn’t sure how to react. I was stark naked, being held close by a stunningly beautiful woman half my age, who was wearing the flimsiest silky lingerie.
That has to be about sex, right. I mean: What a turn on! Surely it’s about sex?
But, no, it isn’t! At the start of the session, when I was all excited and aroused, it might have been about sex, but at the end, when I’m sore and breathing hard, my body full of adrenaline and endorphins, the Mistress’s hug isn’t about sex at all.
So what is this hug about?
It’s the hug of two people who just scaled a hard-won peak or surfed a wave that became too big. It’s the hug I shared with my skiing buddy (the least huggy person I know) after we survived an avalanche.
It’s a hug that says: “I know how much I hurt you, but there was no anger in it, even if I pretended otherwise. We can still be friends.”
It’s a big sister hug.a “There, there; I know; poor you; gosh weren’t you brave!” kind of a hug. To immerse myself in it feels like coming home after a difficult journey.
My feelings as I return this hug are hard to wrestle into words. I become the child who, having fallen off his bike, buries himself in his mother’s chest until the pain drains away. And, as I hold The Mistress tight, I can indeed feel the incredible intensity of the session, the pain and the heart thumping, body shaking fear of it, start to fade. They are replaced by a wide ocean of the most wonderful calm. In that moment, as we return from the dark tunnel we have been in together, I often feel a surge of intense emotion towards Elita. She has been both the source of my pain the relief from it, and mixed in that surge of emotion are submission, gratitude, wonder and adoration. It can be overwhelming and, my face hidden in her beautiful hair, I can find myself blinking back tears.
I began by saying that Elita will hug me after a session. In the early days, it was indeed a rather one-way sort of a hug; me standing uneasily like a gawky teenager in an unexpected embrace with a too-pretty girl.
Now though; now I am confident in our relationship and understand it properly, we hug each other.
It’s a wonderful thing.
Hugs are the best, especially when you are sore and vulnerable and achy and relaxed.
Mollyx
I think this is a lovely thing, a hugging at the end of a hard session. Beautiful!
Rebel xox
This was simply lovely to read. There are so many amazing types of hugs out there, and it sounds like Elita gives ones that are quite special.
xx Dee