subspace – Ivy

Whipping Post, Part Six

Pup had me clean off the whipping post after we were done with a sanitary wipe and then had me walk out the used condom in front of everyone over to the garbage can at the other end of the party. I was blushing like crazy, Pup motioning me to come back over. He put my aftercare blanket around me and sat with me for a little while as I came down.

It turns out that we’d been at it longer than we thought, and Saltine seemed a little miffed. So, I sent him off to go be with them, feeling kind of bad that we’d lost track of time.

The girls who’d been across from us came over and asked if they could sit with me. Together, we were watching a guy tie up a girl with a cute butt. “You were really lovely on that post,” one of the girls said. I was a little subspaced, and my head was cloudy from all the impact play. The girl asked if she could play with my hair and I agreed, feeling small and fussed over and pliant.

Pup came back over to let me know he was going to play with Saltine and to ask if I was all right with that. He touched my cheek and I felt even smaller. I don’t really know how to explain it, besides that when I get into a certain space from pain, my brain just goes quiet.

Leftovers, Part Seven

Sir walked me into another area, where a crowd had gathered around a suspended woman and the man that as presumably her partner. We watched, with Sir occasionally reaching down to pinch a nipple or squeeze my butt, as the man pushed a rather large ice dildo into the woman’s ass. I winced more than once.

By the time Sir let me out of the harness, I was subspaced from being in rope for so long and being so vulnerable around him and a bunch of strangers. He held me for a while and played with my hair. Aftercare is so, so important, and I am very fortunate that Sir is so good at it and so willing to provide all that I need.

He determined I was way too subspaced for the subway and ended up calling an uber. While the car navigating traffic, Sir pulled me close and let me nap on him.

That night, I fell asleep feeling safe.

daggerandplume:

sbibbo:

@KatharineCane ci augura la buona notte dal suo bel lettino

Plume always smiles like that after prolonged sensory deprivation … lucky girl.

Um. There’s no harm in trying, right?

Full Service, Part Eight

We were curled up together in bed afterwards. Craftsmate had untied me and my head was kind of spinning. I had kind of fallen back into subspace during sex once more, especially when he pulled out and made me cum by grinding his thumb really hard into my g-spot. He knows I like the tension between things hurting and feeling pleasurable, such as getting overstimulated by a vibrator or getting spanked on my cunt.

But, anyway, I was a little hazy. The inside of my mouth tasted like condom and cum and I wanted to close my eyes for a bit.

Craftsmate reached over and pinched my nipples between his fingers. “You know, if I ever collar you and own you,” he said, pinching a little harder, “I would pierce these with little rings.”

“We’ll talk about it, Sir,” I replied.

He nodded and kissed my forehead. “Of course. I’d never make you. But maybe one day.” He released my nipples. “Anyway, you were a very good girl today.”

Swelling with pride, I let my eyes close and curled up in his arms.

Full Service, Part Six

What happened next is a bit blurry. I had gotten really subspaced and, as a result, had a lot of trouble keeping track of things. According to Craftsmate, later that evening, when I thought I had been saying things to him in complete sentences, I was actually only saying one or two words.

This is where I stress how important it is to be with someone you really trust when you get that deep. I am serious here. Don’t go trusting the good stuff with the people who don’t deserve it.

I had been resisting letting myself get that deep with him because of an experience in the past with someone else I used to be with. Basically, he pushed me super deep, I figured I could trust him, and he took advantage and did some stuff that was really not okay.

But, this time was really amazing and I feel good about letting go. He didn’t betray my trust and he checked in with me a lot.

At some point, I wound up on my back again. I remember he kept making me hold the vibrator between my thighs in order to have it on my clit and I would wind up squirming, making the vibrator fall off. Then I would have to shuffle around and try to push the vibrator up towards one of my hands with my knee. When the clamps became too much, I whined that I needed them off and he removed them for me.

For all the haziness, I remember distinctly how badly I needed him to fuck me and how much I pleaded.

“I want your cock,” I begged, grinding up against the vibrator between my legs, “please, Sir, I want your cock so bad.”

Craftsmate laughed and pushed some of my hair from my face. “Awww, baby, now you want my cock? First you wanted the vibrator and now you want this, too? Remember how badly you wanted it?”

He reached down and turned the vibrator off, prompting me to squeal in frustration.

Full Service, Part Five

Craftsmate slipped the tweezer clamps onto my nipples before picking up the flogger. He started to beat my thighs, stomach and chest in quick, sharp hits. However, I noticed that he was holding back a bit, carefully ensuring that he was not hitting me too hard.

Usually, I appreciated when he did this. I’m not much of a masochist. However, as subspaced as I was, I wanted more. I wanted to go deeper and I wanted it to really, genuinely hurt.

“Harder,” I gasped out. He looked a bit surprised, but he swung the flogger harder. I continued to beg, “harder, please, Sir, please…"

Soon, he rolled me over onto my stomach. I squealed and winced as my clamped nipples pushed into the bed. The pressure sent a sharp, persistent pain through my breasts.

"Ow,” I whined, squirming to try to find a better position. However, the hogtie left me very few options.

“Aww, it hurts?” He teased, attaching the clover clamps to my pussy lips. My breath caught as he gave a sharp tug to the clamps, forcing them to squeeze my labia tighter. He slipped the vibrator underneath me, lining it up with my clit and turning it on low. “Does that make it all better?”

I moaned, grinding up onto the vibrator, “uh huh.” I caught myself. “Yes, Sir.”

Full Service, Part Four

Once I had the panties stuffed into my mouth, Craftsmate ordered me to get down on my hands and knees, lower my chest to the floor and stick my ass in the air. Wordlessly, he picked up the flogger and started to beat my ass and back with it.

I groaned around my panties, my toes clenching with each hit. He leaned down, gathering up the rope and moving me over to the bed. I laid down on my stomach and he took my wrists in his hand, starting to wind the rope around them.

“Close your eyes,” he ordered as he knotted off my wrists. “You get deeper when you do that, don’t you?”

I let my eyes close and allowed my body to relax as he tied each leg individually up to my wrists. That way, he could move the legs apart and fuck me easily when the time came.

When he finished tying my legs, my head was swimming and I could barely will my eyes open. Craftsmate sat at the edge of the bed, playing with my hair as he asked how I was feeling. I attempted to give him an answer, but I wound up mumbling into the panties instead.

“What’d you say, sweetheart?” He asked, pulling the panties out of my mouth.

“I want my vibrator,” I whined out, catching myself and repeating it, “please, Sir, I want my vibrator.”

He laughed, “not yet.” Still chuckling, he got up and went to fetch both pairs of nipple clamps, as well as the vibrator. When he returned to the side of the bed, he dropped the vibrator off to the side and rolled me over onto my back.

Full Service, Part Three

Soon, we went up to my bedroom and I took out the items of our mutual sex toy collection that wound up at my place: two separate lengths of rope, a pair of tweezer-style nipple clamps, a pair of clover clamps, a flogger and my knockoff hitachi (whose power apparently pales in comparison to the real thing.)

He ordered me to remove my clothes and pointed for me to kneel in front of him. I obeyed, wanting to be good for him.

“Bring me the rope,” Craftsmate said. I obeyed as he moved to stand by my bed. “In your mouth.“

"Yes, Sir,” I replied, taking the rope into my mouth carefully and crawling over to him. I set it down at his feet and gazed up at him eagerly. As he reached down to muss my hair, I felt this really overwhelming urge to be good for him. I wanted so badly to just be a good girl.

So, I set to kissing his cock through his slacks, nuzzling it and staring up at him with my best pleading eyes until he removed his pants. “If you want me to let you go dee p,“ he said, holding a fistful of my hair, “you’ll be a very good girl and treat my cock well.”

The only issue was that worshipping his cock made me subspaced anyway. It got to the point where I would deep throat him, pull back to breathe and feel so spacey and dizzy that I would slump forward. He would grab me back the hair and put me back onto his cock, letting me go deeper as he took charge.

“I’m deep already,” I murmured. My voice had gotten small. “I’m really deep.“

He smiled and settled down onto the floor beside me, holding me close. When he kissed my forehead and my cheeks, I felt myself swell in the warm way I do when he’s sweet while I’m starting to get really subspaced.

"You want me to tie you up?” he asked, stroking my hair. I nodded, moaning softly. He reached down and picked up my panties. After balling them up, he held them out to me. “In your mouth. Now.“

Without objection, I accepted them and pressed the wad of lace past my teeth.

It’s been a long time since I was able to just get all tied up on a carpet and left to just drift away. I miss the way my thoughts get all cloudy and lights feel so much brighter and my skin feels electric. I can only imagine how much deeper I’d get pulled if I were gagged as severely as that.

It was the first time I had been fucked while I had something in my ass.

We were rough, almost urgent. He fucked me while standing at the side of the bed, holding my legs up against his shoulders and chest. My wrists were tied in front of me. I got subspaced rather fast, falling so deeply I could barely talk.

He kept me there with slaps, with fucking me so hard I cried out, by clamping my nipples and making me hold the chain with my teeth.

Lately, I’ve found that despite some of the roughness involved in the dynamic, there’s these glimmers of sweetness in it that makes me feel close and safe and loved.

“I need you closer,” I gasped out, the chain falling from between my lips.

He leaned down, continuing to fuck me roughly, and kissed my lips and forehead sweetly. And, all kinds of overwhelmed, I melted just a little bit.