Hey. Hey. It's okay. It's okay, love. I'm okay. You listened to my safe word. You got me some water. You gave me all the headpats and cuddles.
Don't be so hard on yourself, baby.
We were going at it pretty hard, and that comes with remembering to safe word.
You have safe words too, alright? Remember?
And sometimes we just gotta use them.
I still feel safe around you.
I feel good.
Maybe even in a little while we could go again.
A little gentler this time, but there's no rush on either of us.
You've given me plenty of aftercare, and I feel safe.
There's no sub drop going on over here, and I want to make sure there's no dom drop happening over there either.
You were a good person. You asked for my consent, checked in, and respected when I retracted it.
You didn't do anything wrong. It's okay if sometimes things don't work for both of us.
You're not a monster.
Not at all.
If you were any kind of creature, you'd be a muppet because you're snuggly and ridiculous.
I'm okay.
I feel safe with you.
You're enough.
I am so lucky to have you.
I think you need some self-love right now because I can see you spiraling.
If you keep beating yourself up, wallowing in self-deprecation, making yourself feel guilty,
you're essentially communicating that this whole reaction will happen every time I safe word,
which will make me reluctant to safe word, and that's a real problem.
I will always give you aftercare as your sub. Always.
Don't be so mean to yourself.
Honestly, this isn't that big a deal.
You did the right thing.
You made me feel safe.
Come here.
It's your turn for headpats.
Come on.