The Party Sub, Part Nine
After I had my bearings back from having been hogtied on the floor, I asked Sir if I could get into the hot tub. He gave me his permission, so I stripped my stockings and lingerie off and walked over to the tub. There were a bunch of people huddled in there, but they made some room and I slipped in.
My head still felt kind of fuzzy from all the endorphins and the subspace, and so I wound up sitting there and not really talking. I curled up, pulling my knees into my chest, but I couldn’t really get comfortable. I felt small and I just wanted to be held, but I was having a lot of trouble articulating it.
Besides a guy saying he was impressed with me for being a newbie to this stuff, I couldn’t really make myself interact with anyone. I was just a little overwhelmed and I think I might have been starting to sub drop.
So, I got out of the hot tub and a guy gave me a towel. I dried off and went to find Sir, feeling tired and a little low. Sir gave me a kiss and asked me if I wanted to go upstairs because he “wanted to do something for me.”
Naturally, I found the energy to get back up the stairs for that offer.