I need to be beaten, to be reduced to a sobbing, snotty mess. I need to be stripped of all the armor I wear every day to survive. Stripped to my core and bared for Him to see.
Catharsis, I need it, and I want it through SM. I'm left cleansed afterwards, light, all heavy emotions lifted away and for a few brief moments, before the armor slides back into place I'm free, I'm me, soft, vulnerable, utterly at His will.
I want to be held, petted, comforted after. Until the armor slips back into place.
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