Hannelore's aftercare

Ava looked up from her papers as Hannelore and Ward came upstairs. Hannelore was another one of Ward's playthings. She was a reporter who did a lot of wartime correspondence taking her all over the world, but never to the pretty places. Whenever she was in the country she and Ward would meet up a couple of times. But now she was also barefoot and wearing a thick bathrobe. She looked like an absolute mess. Her hair was all ravaged, her eyes were barely open and her posture was collapsed on itself. Ward on the other hand looked like he just had a massive workout. "Sit down" he told her as he supported her towards one of the bar stools at the kitchen where Ava was sitting. "Relax, you are safe now." He quickly made her a cup of tea and gave her a piece of chocolate. "Here, eat this. You need to recuperate." Hannelore looked at him faintly "Thank you master" and began nibbling away at the chocolate. Ava looked as Ward held her with tender and care, gently stroking her hair and whispering softly to her that she was alright. She enjoyed this view of affection and thought again how caring her husband could be.

About twenty minutes later Hannelore was sitting upright a bit more, having recuperated a bit. Ward asked her if she would mind that he take a shower now. "No sir" she replied. Even though she did not call him master this time. Ava could still hear the tone of reverence clearly in her voice. "Don't worry honey" she spoke. "I'll watch over her until you are back". He looked at his wife to make sure it was ok before he headed for the shower. With her husband off, Ava watched Hanneore. She looked like she had just been ravaged by a large and mean beast yet she looked happy and relaxed. Her bathrobe hanging open giving anybody in the room a clear view of her breasts, yet she didn't care. Hannelore caught her gazing in her direction and the two women just looked at each other for a moment without speaking a word.

"Why?" Ava said suddenly. Hannelore looked at her with a puzzling gaze. "Why do you do this?" she continued. Hannelore smirked before replying. "Why not?". "Because it hurts." Ava blurted out. Hannelore adjusted her seat and took a sip from her cup of tea. She looked at Ava for a while before speaking. "You have never been down there with him haven't you?" Ava felt busted for a second, how could she know that? "You see, when thinking about it everybody thinks about the pain and the humiliation because those are the things that are known to most people. However, they are all wrong. I won't explain you the entire biochemistry behind it but what you describe as pain is actually a boost of pleasure. When you see something BDSM related on TV, you see pain. I know it to be freedom." Ava wasn't quite sure what to make of it. "I don't understand" she said.

Hannelore stood up and opened up her bathrobe, exposing herself fully to Ava. Ava was shocked to see her body covered in red whip marks from where Ward had hit her with different tools. The imprint of rope was still buried in her skin. "None of what you see here caused me any pain in the sense that you know it. It's not that he just beats me up. Every whip, every stroke, every torment is done exactly at the right time and at the right intensity. With the sole aim of tightening the pleasure." Ava looked in awe at all the marks her husband had left on Hannelore's skin. Hannelore continued. "You know I'm going to be down there again tomorrow, don't you?" she said as she sat back down and closed her robe. Ava looked at her and nodded.

"When you are masturbating or having sex, often stray thoughts will go through your head, limiting the amount of pleasure you can feel, because you are not fully in that moment. By totally submitting everything you know and care about, you can remove all that from your head. Leaving you free to reach new heights of pleasure that are amazing". Ava nodded but wasn't sure she properly understood what Hannelore was talking about.

"A lot of people think that the only purpose of a BDSM relationship is to cause pain, but it isn't. It's actually a lot more complex and intricate than that. There is so much more than that. For example, sometimes you just need to have somebody look at you while they are taking care of you after you had a hard session, giving you all the tenderness and love you deserve." Hannelore held up her cup of tea as a gesture and Ava nodded. "It's hard to explain, you should just try it one day and find out for yourself." Ward came back downstairs to the kitchen, finding his wife and submissive in a friendly chat. "You alright?" he asked Hannelore. "Yes sir". She said with a spring in her voice. "Ok then, go clean up. Lara has already prepared a room for you in the guest wing".

Later that evening the three of them had dinner together, talking and laughing about some of the more absurd anecdotes that happened during Hannelore's latest trip to cover a ****-related war somewhere in South America. The entire meal however Ava was contemplating the discussion she had with the woman earlier, trying to understand what she had told her. The conversation kept on ringing in her head, even when Ward was making love to her later that evening. She couldn't help but see the irony in it.