Exhilaration

Exhilaration comes from spankings. No, that’s not right.

It comes from finding what feels like you and me. Finding what is right. Finding a part of yourself that may be scared but wants to be with them. That part where pleasing them outrules every part of your brain.

It comes with trust, too. Knowing that you can be something for someone in a way where you can trust them to push you in the right way. Not coercion, but coaxing. It is looking back at them as they watch you unfurl in front of them. It is seeing their pride in you and the sadist’s smirk. It’s the feeling of wanting their control to slip just a little or at least look like it, so you can feed on it.

You can let go because you know they will not.