And when the scene is over, the two of you lay down in each other's arms to cuddle.
Your miss's arms wrap around your body. Pulling your into her, you breathe out into her neck. Her warmth is all around you. Neither of you put clothes back on, but she was getting cold so she pulled a blanket over the two of you. Hiding from the world.
Her hands along your back feel warm. Occasionally her fingers touch on newly sensitive purple spots before fleeing. Your tongue finds some chocolate she gave you right after still trapped in your molars. And after a few minutes of silence, she asks you if you had fun.
You can hear the anxiety in her voice. Tone not quite sure of itself. Volume not entirely present. Fear creeps in from outside. Even asking the question a risk. Domspace's absence leaves holes in humanity. You feel a bit of anxiety yourself, but her touch and her warmth is enough to fight it off for you. There's a balance.
Earlier, she hit you, bit you, hurt you, called you names, degraded you, and occasionally made you question your place in the world. While you screamed, you moaned, you cried, you scratched her back, you begged her to stop, and you begged her for more.
All together, it was about an hour long scene. Not that unusual for either of you.
During the scene, you watched her masks fall away one by one. You watched her perform the role of an angry instructor, of a cruel mistress, of a scheming villainess, of a false idol, and in between all of that you watched her perform herself.
In turn, she tore away your masks. Removed your agency so you couldn't stop her and you couldn't stop yourself. Removed your independence so you could be ever closer to her. Removed your personhood, too, insofar as it ever existed.
And she saw what little remained and cherished it. You're still recovering from that even now. Everything blurs around the edges.
You press your face into her and feel her around you again. Chest rubs into hair and skin and you feel her feel you.
Completely and confidently, you tell her you had fun, and that you can't wait to do it again. It takes you a while to get the words out, and you don't say it quite like that. But, you know what she's needs to hear and you say it.
And then, when you feel her calm down, when you know you've convinced her, the two of you return to cuddling in silence. Letting time pass. Just a little longer before you'll need to be people again, so you put yourselves back together.
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