The space in my head

Subspace; it starts as soon as the binding are on. It continues, it deepens as we make our way through the scene.

The pounding leather on my back and tickling of electricity all work to bring out the screams, the release.

Slowly one tear rolls down my cheek. Soon they are pouring, tears and snot running around my gag.

I scream and spit around the gag. All the emotional pain: I scream it all out.

There is no more room for this in the space in my head. I only want the calm of subspace where everything feels right.

The Kitchen Scene

He took my hand and led me around the kitchen island. No words were necessary, I knew I was to stand where I was placed. He pulled up my dress. Dr. Payne girls don’t wear pants at home.

I felt the sweetest sensation as my panties were slid off. Anyone could have caught a glimpse of my bare ass and our activities through the uncovered windows, but I didn’t care. We were home alone, and my Dominants gestures suggested this would be more than a simple fun spanking.

I leaned on the kitchen island, subspace was coming, and we both needed the headspace. I stood there obediently and felt his hands caress my ass, my thighs, my pussy. I heard the freezer door open. I did not say anything. The freezer meant cold, cold is my kink. Would it be a chain or perhaps a knife?

It did not matter, soon the feeling of cold was filling my pussy, and tapping gingerly at my ass. I was gone, enveloped by the delightful feeling of subspace.

At this point it becomes an amazing dream, only vaguely remembered. Cloudy recollections of a numb pussy, and multiple orgasms. I heard something solid placed on the counter. I did not look. It would break the spell.

It was not over. Dr. Payne fucked me right there in the open kitchen.

I am collared I am owned I am his.

I clung to the counter. I dare not let go, my legs were no longer capable of holding me up.

I was held at the end in my Dominants perfectly protecting arms. Once my head cleared, I looked at my new gifts sitting on the kitchen counter.

Future play spins in my head as I look at two glorious glass dildos.