When the Domme Comes Down

There’s a quiet that follows every session. It’s heavy, intoxicating, sacred. My energy lingers in the air long after I’ve dismissed you. Sometimes, I sit alone afterward, replaying every breath, every shiver, every sound. Not because I doubt myself but because I savor it. Being a Mistress isn’t just about dominance; it’s about emotional precision. I read energy like a language. I can feel when you’re nervous before you say a word. I can sense when you’re craving approval before you even earn it. And when it’s all over, I let myself feel, too. That’s part of the beauty of this exchange, both of us walk away changed, in our own quiet way.