Receiving pain Stories

I freely hand her my power as I walk through the door. We share small talk and laugh as we prepare. I remove my clothes purposely, anticipation throbbing in my chest. As I mount the table, where I will remain for the next hour and a half, the memories of past sessions come flooding back. I am safe here. I am exposed, naked and without power, I am ready. Strength radiates from her touch, powerful, determined, increasing my...