I am Dominatrix Alessandra, and I've learned to confront and fix my regrets. One of the most significant ones from certain BDSM sessions is that, in the heat of the moment, I neglected to embrace a few of the submissives and slaves I found particularly captivating. I was so focused on maintaining control, asserting my dominance, and guiding the experience with precision that I missed an opportunity for a deeper, more intimate gesture — a simple hug.
One such instance involved a Canadian captain I met during our first session. We shared an intense connection, and after our encounter, I spent a great deal of time communicating with him, meticulously designing BDSM scenarios that were tailored to his specific fantasies. I was determined to convince him to return, not just to explore those fantasies, but also to make up for the one thing I had missed — an act of warmth, a gesture of closeness.
Now, after all the time spent crafting the perfect scenarios and convincing him to come back, he's finally returning for another session. This time, I knew I couldn't let the opportunity slip by again. I had to hug him. Not because it was required, but because it was a personal desire to correct that past oversight. A hug wasn't just a gesture; it was a way for me to close the loop, to give him the acknowledgment and connection we both deserved. It was my way of making things right.