featheryOne
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—¤¤»»feather's»» first subSpace
Here I am recalling my first subSpace experience. I reached it during my first few months of being in the lifestyle, as I have come to know it today. At that time I was "slave" to "PB", my first real life Master who introduced me to this beautiful subculture. (I am not counting my second husband, since I did not know the terminology while we had been together, though our fourteen year old marriage had been Ds throughout with activities, which I now know are within the world of BDSM). I now invite you to journey with me, into my recesses of my memory.
Imagine her heart pounding, the night he placed the dog collar upon her neck. Her hair fell upon her naked shoulders as she knelt and lowered her eyes to to floor.
"Get on your hands and knees."
She obeyed. She felt his hands take her hair, gently twisting it into a rope, as a leash. "Follow me.", he ordered. Again she obeyed, though somewhat hesitantly. Her heart beat as a drum,"Boom, Boom, Boom." Yet she obediently crawled beside him.
She felt her face flush, somewhat humiliated, somewhat humbled, and somewhat embarassed, yet~very excited. He walked her through the house to the kitchen, where he made her stop near the doorway.
"Stay.", his voice boomed in the silence.
She listened, as he walked to the sink and ran the tap. As she watched the floor, she saw the bowl of water being placed before her. She heard him walk to the table and sit in the chair, and the sound of his glass being set down.
"Drink.", was his next command.
She lowered her head to the bowl and began to lap. Emotions unknown to her flowed through her body; her mind swirled trying to comprehend her intense excitement. He sat and watched her lapping the water as a dog would, while he drank from his glass at the table. He could see her embarassment, humiliation and also could see her state of arousal increase and goosebumps rose upon her arms.
As she drank, she recognized that her status was now so well-defined as she lapped from the bowl. She was his submissive, and yes, He was her Master.
When she was done drinking from the bowl, he rose. Again taking her hair into his massive hand and walked her back to the room. She followed obediently upon all fours, feeling the moistness between her legs, and her body trembling.
When they reached the bedroom room she was told to crawl to her pillow and kneel before him. She obeyed. He sat upon his chair, and with a low voice told her tonight he would be doing things to her, which she had never experienced before in such depth. A shiver coursed through her...of fear and of anticipation.
She heard the cuffs being placed upon her wrists. "Click, click." She continued kneeling as he placed upon the toys and tools upon the bed. Her heart beat faster, as she knelt obediently in the candlelit room, smelling the scent of musk...from herself and the incense which burned.
"Rise.", he spoke. She rose.
He walked her to the doorway. "Shut your eyes.", his next command. She felt the bandana being tied, covering her eyes. Not a bit of light showed through...her heart palpitated. Her mind raced.
He took her wrists, and raised them above her head. She gulped and tremors rushed through her. She had noted that a hook had been added above the doorway, when she had been in the room earlier in the afternoon. He then attached her wrists, firmly tied and secured them to the hook, the rope gently biting into her skin.
A belt was put about her neck, noose-like. This, too, was attached to the hook. He pulled the rope and belt a bit and the tightening, bringing her to stand upon her tip toes, to loosen its stronghold on her. He spread her legs out, causing the belt to grip more tightly about her neck. Her heart pounded. He assured her that her wrists, tied as they were, would prevent any danger of choking, but she would feel the tightness of it's choking grip. The moistness between her legs, grew. She trembled more. Never had she been bound this way, and never had she felt the desires which were stirring within her womb.
In the quietness of the room she listened. Her senses heightened, with her blindness. Her loss of sight, made her other senses alive, she listened to every little sound he made, trying to anticipate his next move. She heard him place a chair before her, the legs scraped upon the carpet. She heard him sit down and then in silence he watched her, observing her every movement and quiver.
The moments were long in the silence...as she waited. She could hear her heart beat and the blood rushing through her veins. She could almost hear her musky juices trickle down her thighs.
Suddenly........"SLAP!" She winced and moaned loudly, at the sting of his hand. Her feet faltered and the noose about her neck tightened. Her wetness flowed as her skin felt the warmth of his stinging palm. She gasped and writhed with each stroke of his massive hand. She felt the redness and the heat rising upon her skin. Never before had she felt so vulnerable, nor had she felt such frenzied desires catapulting through her.
Then he stopped, her ears tried to hear him, but he crept away quietly as the shadows which dance in silence upon the walls. She heard herself breathing and the soft rustles upon the carpet when she adjusted her feet. She stopped doing that when she heard the belt squeak and felt it's intoxicating grip.
"Crack!!!!", came a deafening sound...waking the stillness of the room.
She jolted, losing her full footing. "Ohhhhhhhhhh!," she screamed, as a leather belt touched her skin for the first time since childhood. The noose tightened around her neck when she winced from the pain and she struggled to get back on her tip toes to loosen it's grip upon her neck. As the lashing continued, and the pain wracked across her buttocks and thighs, wetness flowed from her womanhood. She felt it stream down her thighs, despite her winces from the incredible pain...her arousal was ever so great...overwhelming beyond belief.
Suddenly he stopped once more. He began to probe her with his fingers and toys, her cavities, both pussy and ass. "Good girl.", he said, "You are very wet for me." Taking full advantage of her vulnerable state and excitedness he played with her until she reached orgasm after orgasm. Her mind whirling. Clit pulsating. Nipples hard as steel, wincing and gasping from occassional pinching of his fingers and the clamps. The clamps caused her moans to increase...such pain soared through her nipples, this too, new to her. The strands of the flogger were felt upon her ass and back...each strand kissed her with blissful pain. She could barely stand as her body was being wracked in pleasure. Or was it pain? She didn't know and the beads of sweat trickled down her face and chest, glistening in the candle light.
Finally he stood and released her. She collasped limply upon the floor, gasping and panting. Her mind saw only stars and light. She couldn't open her eyes, they were so heavy. She felt drugged, from the endorphines that were created from the total intenseness brought from pleasure of the pain. She had experienced her first~subSpace.
In the distance she heard him say, "You did well, my lil one. I am proud of you." Licking her lips, and forcing her eyes open..she looked up and whispered, "Thank You, Master."
He held her close to him, and had brought her water into the room earlier for her parched lips and throat. He sat beside her brushing her hair aside and stroking her temples. "Sleep now, lil one." She let her eyelids drop and sleep she did, for hours.
Though long past, the memory of her first subSpace crosses her mind and she awaits the day to return there...beneath the hand of her One.
Author's note: This was written following my first experience of reaching subspace with my first Master, following my discovery of this subculture which had baffled me so within, for many years. SSC was a priority and at no time was I endangered, even though I have not noted all the preparation details, my former Master had in place.
©10-02-01 ¤¤feather»» aka mjwr
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