This is the moment I love, the very edge of them giving up their old identities, leaving behind their old insecurities, hang-ups, and settling down into happy, submissive bliss. It takes a bit of experience to see, but if you know what to look for, you can see it in her eyes.
"Can you hear me?" I prod.
"Yes," she murmurs, the effort to move her lips more than a fraction of an inch too much for her brain right now.
"Do you want me to stop?" I ask.
Her eyes widen just a bit, “…No.” Soft as a whisper. After a few moments, she’s able to force out, “What’s my name again?”
"Do you really care?"
Then, the same breathy soft-as-velvet voice says “No.”