I’ve had this picture sitting in my drafts for quite a while. It calls to me in a particularly strong way, but I’ve lacked words to describe my feelings until now. It’s the sadness and exhaustion that he carries and the love in her caress which move me.
There’s a lot of focus on the strength of Doms, but they aren’t invincible. Sometimes life hurts, and there’s no way around it. When a sub sees her Dom hurting, she doesn’t think he is weak; if he wasn’t strong, he’d hide his pain, push it aside, let it slowly break him down. When she sees him hurting, she doesn’t lose trust in him; his honest evaluation of his feelings and needs shows her that he is as committed to improving himself as he is to improving her.
When she sees him hurting, she wants to help him. She adores being his fuck toy, his cum whore, his needy little girl, but that’s not why she submits to him and that’s not why he allows her to submit. He takes her as his sub and she has him as her Dom because they understand each other and make one another better through their connection and mutual trust. She’s not just his when things are good; if that’s all there was to submission, anyone could do it.
When she sees him hurting, every inch of her body hurts with him. Maybe she can’t do a thing about the causes of his pain, but she needs him to know that he’s adored. She wants to take all the hurt that’s inside both of them and make it disappear, if only for a moment, in one collapsing embrace.