Late in reporting, but I did get sent back after Labour Day to class with a nice warm reminder. There is nothing in the world like being whipped after you have been teased through several orgasms. The sensitivity is so over expressed that you can't experience it as pain alone even if you wanted to. I took until this morning to be free of her marks on me.
The feeling of every arm reach, every torso pivot, every leg shift drawing cloth across a belt mark and reminding me of what she wrought with me made every breath, every movement, a reminder. Honestly, we may not get a chance to get together all that often but it is always days afterwards before I can even think straight. Of course I am not really thinking straight, per say. It is days before I can get my rainbow in order, how about that?