When I'm with a new cocksleeve as much as I don't want to admit it, I still have nervous apprehensions. A slight tremble in the stomach.
I think it's good, reminds me to err on the side of safety, and that I'm still a human being with another human being and there are laws meant to protect her from men like me. I understand this, even if she doesn't.
So when I say "safety", I mean mine from consequences, not hers from me. She put her safety at risk in hopes of achieving something through me she "needed".
I should also note that I am as much a product to her as she is to me by this point. I've been manipulated too in varying degrees, and now here we both are...victims of the other alo