Tears of Joy, by Devoted Dave

I remember walking out of the session into the humid air, almost in a state of shock, riding home on the bus thinking, 'Did that really happen?'.

And then, in the hours and days that followed, afterglow. Flashes of memory: the taste of leather; the scent of sweat; the harsh clash of toenails against my teeth.

The strongest sensation is of being held, safe and secure. Being able to drop the mantle of a middle-aged man in control of his life, just for a few precious moments, and reveal the vulnerability within. The relief of not having to make decisions... just obey and trust that I will be kept safe.

Tears of joy. Revelling in the vibrations of your energy. Lapping up the precious nectar of your pride in my devotion.

I'm not saying it will be like this every time but I feel like this session, for the first time, transcended sexual desire. I felt a glimpse of the promise of what lies beyond. Don't get me wrong -- there was plenty of desire on my part.

I came away feeling satiated not because of sexual relief, but because for a few precious moments I was able to drift in sub-space, untethered but secure.

Devoted Dave