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A moment and then another

I only exist in the space of the other. My strength, my joy, my love - We are the moments we share.

I have no title, no absolutes, no fixed adornment. I am not submissive in the sense that it is in me and absent in another. I am what I am at the time that I am. I am submissive to all and to no one. I submit to the world in complete faith of its wisdom, acceptance, love and deliverance.

I cannot be defined in absolutes but can be labelled with qualifiers just for common understanding and no more - ever disrupting, ever changing, ever subsiding, ever becoming.

I grow into another and another. Or is it that I strip down to become less and less.
3 years ago. August 8, 2021 at 4:46 AM

“I became addicted to sensation as each instrument and rhythm brought new sensation. The anticipation of waiting for the next blow, and then the release. The impacts and then the absence, or ghost, of pain sends me on a wave of sensation. Everything is acutely felt and received by my body and mind; this takes me to the meditative state where everything melts away and time disappears. Subspace – to be revisited in another post.”

From previous post ‘Impact: pain and pleasure’

I’ve been to quite a few places in my mind, but only once have I experienced subspace. It was so early in my journey – perhaps the second or third session of play. At the time, I didn’t even know what it was, just that it was a complete out of body, transcendent experience. And I fucking loved it! Giving my body over to Him felt so natural and right. We new each other from a past life. I had this feeling since early on that we were like two unique and complex shapes that just fit perfectly.

It was an intense and long session with sensory deprivation, heavy impact, sensual play, orgasm control and toys. I was restrained at the head of the bed, facing the wall, while He worked my shoulders. Toys were inserted and placed, filling holes and caressing my pussy and ass. The impacts were soothed with warm, firm hugs, kisses on my neck and affirmations. My body was shaking in that uncontrollable way, but I still managed to stop myself climaxing. I wouldn’t be able to for much longer, however. Then I went somewhere; time did not exist and there was no visual, there was nothing. Pleasure had reached a point, seemingly, where my mind was so overwhelmed it just switched off. It dropped actually; my body did too. All the muscles went into complete relaxation as if hypnotised. The full feeling is hard to grasp but I remember it was ecstasy – like being released, the ultimate freedom. When I woke, I felt confused, as if I didn’t know where I was, where I’d been and what was happening. I know I felt all the tension released from me. I came with huge gush released from all of my body and out through my pussy. But I cannot remember the timing of this – was it when I was in subspace or before? It wasn’t after because the sensation when I woke was like I was returning slowly from a great height. I did have a drop so the aftercare was essential.

I have read about a few subspace experiences from others, which seem similar but uniquely different, much like the many different ways orgasms can be experienced. I would love to read more 😊.

NCarraway​(dom male) - A wonderful description miss, beautifully retold. Thank you for sharing that. I, like you, would also love to hear other examples.
3 years ago
Naya - I was dressed in white linen trousers and a royal blue/black lace corset. I was blindfolded with a silk scarf, this was already a super sensory moment with such different materials and the restriction of a fully boned corset. My tits are really quite large and look pretty impressive when trussed up like that. It's the only time I actually like them when I feel they are iron clad and it doesn't involve the instrument of pain and torture that is my normal titsling!

My wrists were cuffed and I was led outside to a shed. In the shed my Dom at the time had arranged to be there as a surprise. As soon as I walked in I could smell him and it was that moment I started to feel a couple of inches off the ground. My wrists were secured to a hook in the roof apex and I was only able to tiptoe touch the floor.

All I know is that I was flogged in every level between gentle and one step below where I would have felt it was too violent. He was clever like that. I was praised with every impact, and with every word I floated away into a calmness I had never experienced before. The combination of his scent, the preparations I was put through and the impact with its resulting sensations sent me away from reality and eventually into his arms, his bed and his care.

"I'm so proud of you, My Naya" I still get a little fanny gallop when I hear him in my head. Incidentally, I made him buy me a new pair of linen trousers, I'm not a bad seamstress but there isn't a machine or needle in the universe that could have repaired the shreds that they became 🤣
3 years ago
A Cloud​(sub female){Owned} - Amazing story! Thank you Maya. You are amazing xx
3 years ago

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