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As a youth i did some cave exploration (spelunking) oft times i?d sit in the middle of the cave and turn off my flashlight.  With the absents of the light, the rest of my senses kick in. my hearing, my smell, all became more acute, more pin pointed.  my eyes started to play tricks on me, thought i could see light when there was none.  Strange smells arrived in my nose. my hearing was magnified, multiplied many times over, the ringing in my ears became very loud.  As my senses started to settle down the reality of being in a very dark, musty, damp cave set in. That is when i knew i can?t get out alone or without help.  Either i needed to be guided out or be able to use a flashlight to get out. 

Valentines day weekend was a cave experience for me.

i lay on the bed face down, eyes closed, legs and hands cuffed all my other senses kick in. Hearing more accurately, more clearly every creak of the bed, every rustle of the sheets. Smelling the scent of my own fear. my skin ?gooses? bumped up in anticipation. Finally a warm but firm hand appears on my back and started to slowly spread the warmth of that hand over my backside. Feeling the ?flashlight? turn on, i was able to see clearly the journey ahead of me. i relaxed and felt i was ready to enjoy the walk out of the cave, knowing i being guided by a gentle but firm and warm hand.

Thank you Maam!!

i remember when younger gather driftwood for camp fires. The thing that sticks in my mind is that after the flames died down there were beautiful glowing coals. These coals forever changing, and giving off tremendous heat. Beautiful rays of colors from white to brilliant reds. Having spent countless hours staring at the coals and enjoying the heat that penetrates one to the bone. Sometimes holding wet clothes or shoes to close and getting them scorched or placing rocks around the fire only to have them explode because the heat turned the moisture inside of them to steam.  Then going to bed feeling the warmth of the coals deep in one?s bones or the sting of the burn from popping coals or exploding rocks one drift off to sleep. Often getting up the next morning, to stirring the coals a bit, adding some more wood to restarting the warm of the fire. That desire to sit beside the fire and to feel of its effects is a craving that has not been met in a long time. Patiently waiting for the next camping trip!

No hood was placed, no blind fold on, every move was watched. "The look", that was seen as unattached to all events, turned out to be the deepest attachment of greatest concern for every little detail, to ensure the Love and Tenderness came through. This amazing insight came after all the tears.

i was introduced to TexasMaam whip. It hurt like a SOB but Her true love/tenderness showed through the entire session and after care. i desire to please Her again and again this way.