The fracture point for me is when (often after a scene or cucking- not during) something that was said or done kind of bounces around in my head like a ping pong ball until FINALLY it knocks off of a sensitive piece of grey matter. I am struck by abject terror, panic, pain, dread and sometimes anger. I become literally and figuratively immobilized. I tend to just sit and stare- I can’t move or talk. Then the tears come and feeling of wishing I didn’t exist. The tears tend to pass quickly and with them, most of the really scary feelings. For us, this is always the goal… however, it is seldom acheived when playing, as we would prefer. If it occurs before orgasm, it feels so fucking incredible. If it occurs after, it is a more mixed bag.
Today, I reached the fracture point for the first time in awhile. We’d been trying and trying but hadn’t hit the right nerves. If I knew where those nerves were I would gladly direct Master & Ma’am to them, but alas, I don’t. I honestly think the sneaky bastards regularly move around, duck and weave and try to avert detection.
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