…is how readily it accommodates both making her cum her brains out (257 orgasms and counting for December) and burning the midnight oil to write her the perfect little poem for Christmas.

Like, the latter would be so…jarring in a harsher/stricter/crueler D/s dynamic. Maybe even undercut some of the allure entirely? Here, the tenderness is central. They both show it, but at the same time, both also reinforce who’s owned and who’s the owner.

Life hasn’t been kind to her, so I relish these opportunities to shower her with affection, to show her she matters, while simultaneously using her in all the filthy ways she wants to be used. And I never would’ve had those opportunities if I hadn’t found a softer side of dominance and submission than the one so often shown in kink-based media.

I don’t know, am I making sense? It’s a tough feeling to put into words. Anyone else had a similar experience?