There have been MANY times that this girl has cried but wasn’t sad. Sharing the very first time with y’all today.
It was a hot muggy Autumn day in Italy. As she greeted clients and dealt with paperwork her mind wandered. Tonight can’t get here fast enough!!! She had her bags packed and she was ready for pickup. When the time came she walked outside the building and searched for Domina’s car. As she saw it she walked towards it, heart racing in anticipation of what was to come. She smiled as she saw her; she felt calmer yet still excited. She got into the car, greeting Domina in Italian as required. They rolled on to Domino’s Villa. it was beautiful there! As she got out of the car and walked inside her heart started to race again. She saw the other cars parked outside as well. Once inside Domina directed her to her room. It was a nice room, simply decorated. She began to unpack; she knew from previous sessions that she was to shower and prepare so she did exactly that. After she was ready she sat in the chair in the corner of the room and waited. After an hour or so passed there was a very firm knock at the door. She stood and as the door opened she kneeled. “Ready Domina” she said with her head bowed. And then Domina shocked her responding in English, “Get up little girl and let’s move.” She did as she was told and followed Domina. They walked down the long corridor towards another room. She expected it would look the same as other sessions before but it didn’t. The room was barely lit and cold. It was a shock to her system, especially after the warmth of her room. Domina sensed her lack of comfort and said, “It is necessary, you must feel this to know how it feels. Do you understand, little girl?” “Yes Domina, she understands.” She was then directed to the far wall. As she got closer she realized that she was about to be chained to the wall. She walked with such purpose while focusing on the wall that she barely noticed the small table off to the side. She knew what it was for. But she should have paid more attention to what was on the table because she was about to find out. Domina’s touch as she chained her to the wall was firm but gentle. Domina reassured her that she must feel this to know how it feels and that there will be discussion throughout. Domina asked her, “Are you clear little girl? Do you know what I will do now?” Taking a deep breath, she nodded. Domina gently squeezed her arm. “No little girl, use your words! It is important that consent be clearly conveyed! Do you understand little girl?” Dammit! Stop screwing up! Answer properly! “Understood Domina. Little girl knows what you are about to do and she appreciates you for your teaching and your time and guidance Domina.” Domina stopped squeezing her arm. “Wonderful little girl. Thank you for the opportunity to open your mind. You will be great. I have no doubt. Now…time to begin.” Domina traced her fingers across the girl’s shoulders, down her back, her legs. There was no music. Complete silence except to some noise outside. “I will accept your tears as a token of your gratitude, little girl.” The first strike landed across her ass cheeks. She screamed. It stung, then burned and throbbed. Another strike. Then another. And another. Domina was checking in with her, describing what was happening. She heard herself responding but she felt far away. Another strike. The tears were falling freely now. “Still with us, little girl?” As her heart raced and the tears flowed, she whispered, “Yes, Domina. Thank you, Domina.” Another strike. Then another. And another. What was that sound? Was that…her???!!! That loud sobbing, wailing and…moaning??? Did she actually beg for more? Was she wet? She couldn’t stop crying, nor did she really want to. “You are so beautiful right now. Let it go, little girl.” She cried, screamed, moaned, then eventually sobbed quietly as she became a snotty, sweaty, orgasmic mess. Another strike. More tears. And another strike. “Your tears are GLORIOUS, little girl. ” Another strike. “Breathe. It’s almost over.” Another strike. More tears. And it was GLORIOUS.
Heyyy, y’all. If tears are your thing, welcome to the world of Dacryphilia. Some info about Dacryphilia from Kinkly… “Dacryphilia is a paraphilia or fetish in which a person becomes sexually aroused by the act of crying and/or tears. The term generally refers to those who are turned on by the crying of others, but can sometimes refer to the pleasure someone experiences triggered their own crying, both as a physical release and an emotional catharsis. In practice, Dacryphilia is often incorporated with various types of BDSM play. A top or dominant partner may elicit tears from their bottom or submissive partner through heavy pain play, rough body play, verbal humiliation, or power play. Conversely, a submissive partner might cry during a BDSM scene as a display of service or deep emotion. Within a BDSM scene, tears and sobbing can be pleasurable to both submissives and dominants. Dacryphilia is also known as dacrylagnia.”
Regardless of which side of the slash you’re on, Dacryphilia can transform any scene or even be indulged while apart. Y’all know what comes next. The Pillars!
COMMUNICATION. A must. Talk about what you are feeling before, during and after the tears start flowing. It doesn’t matter whether you’re the one crying or bearing witness to it…talk about it.
HONESTY. If tears do or do not affect you, say that! Be clear and truthful about the experience. Honesty builds intimacy.
RESPECT. Unless it’s your Kink, never humiliate someone about crying. Doing that will create barriers. Barriers, especially those created by lack or loss of Respect are difficult to overcome.
TRUST. Crying is a display of vulnerability. That is why a lot of us don’t cry around just anybody. And there are some who CAN’T cry around people we don’t feel safe with. Honor and never abuse the fact that someone feels the safety, security and trust to be that vulnerable.
Thank you for reading.
~ His Duchess
