aftercare – Ivy

Holy shit this is ADORABLE!! 😻💕👸🏻💕🙏🏻💕👌🏻💕😻

This is the stuff right here.

Leftovers, Part Seven

Sir walked me into another area, where a crowd had gathered around a suspended woman and the man that as presumably her partner. We watched, with Sir occasionally reaching down to pinch a nipple or squeeze my butt, as the man pushed a rather large ice dildo into the woman’s ass. I winced more than once.

By the time Sir let me out of the harness, I was subspaced from being in rope for so long and being so vulnerable around him and a bunch of strangers. He held me for a while and played with my hair. Aftercare is so, so important, and I am very fortunate that Sir is so good at it and so willing to provide all that I need.

He determined I was way too subspaced for the subway and ended up calling an uber. While the car navigating traffic, Sir pulled me close and let me nap on him.

That night, I fell asleep feeling safe.

Honestly, some of the most fulfilling stuff I’ve done with partners has been giving dominants aftercare. I really dislike how the whole idea of aftercare is so centered on submissives, and totally doesn’t take into account the dominant’s experience and feelings. While it’s not always the simplest thing to do, it’s important and rewarding to sit with that partner and be like, “hey, look, I’m fine and you’re a good person and we both had fun.”

My favorite thing ever is when he brushes my hair after spanking me or fucking me. It’s this special little quiet time we have together, where we can just be tender and intimate.

Cats Don’t Do the Dishes, Part Eight

By the time he had finished with me, it was nearly midnight, I had been wearing the plug for about eight hours and I was unbelievably subspaced. Craftsmate sat me up in bed and helped me to drink some water.

My head slumped down against his chest and he stroked my hair. I was at this point where the lights had stopped being harsh on my eyes and everything looked a little glassy. He tucked me into his bed and sat down at his desk beside the bed to get some work done.

At one point, he reached out and held my hand. After a few moments, I drew my hand back and tugged on one of his fingers playfully. “Chinese finger trap,” I joked as he tried to pull his finger back.

He yanked his finger out of my hand and shook his head. “Your vagina’s a Chinese finger trap.”

Continued from here.

I cannot begin to stress the importance of aftercare.

After being hogtied on Penthouse’s bed, tied up in a lot of rope and having that crotchrope pushing the knot against my clit, I’d gotten pretty subspaced. I was speaking a lot of nonsense, I had trouble keeping my eyes open and I could barely sit up straight.

Penthouse untied me gently, held me close, was patient when I struggled to coherently express myself. He brushed out my hair and tucked me in. He checked in to make sure I was all right.

For as hot as the whole thing was, the aftercare really sealed the deal for me on the experience. Anybody can set up a situation like that, but to be able to care for a very subspaced girl is real dedication.

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“No escape”

Photo by Jerome G.

After one of the particularly intense encounters I had with Switch, I was fairly impressed the boy knew to be mindful of aftercare. It was around eleven o’clock at night and I was that the point of subspace where things felt a little fuzzy and I felt a little high.

Switch smoothed some of my hair back and kissed my temple. “Do you need anything?” he asked.

“Um,” I replied, “could we eat something now?”

He started laughing. “What do you want?”

And that was how I discovered the magic that is post-subspace quesadillas.

It’s strange that I can look at an image like this and actually feel longing. Because I’ve been taken fairly close to there before, and when the person with me knew how to handle it, it was incredibly satisfying. It’s hard to describe without sounding needy or fucked up or dependent or a lot of the other critiques of people who identify as submissive.

But, it’s just in the way he holds her, the way she leans on him, how the chain doesn’t come off. He’ll assure her of how good she was and how proud she made him. She’ll have the opportunity to just let it out. There’s an arrangement there. There’s intimacy.