Hooked on a Feeling

This was it, I had been thinking about nothing else for so long.  Part of me was terrified, but it was minuscule.  There was too much excitement in me to listen to that part, besides, I had asked for this.

I trusted him, I wanted to please him, to serve him.  With no formalities to begin the evening with, I was out of my element.  Not to say that it was not enjoyable to cuddle on the couch and talk, because it was lovely.  However, I had a deep desire to give him my body and see what he could do with it.

Laying on his bed, I turned my face toward my left as he went to work getting me ready.  I absolutely loved to look at him.  Strapping on the first cuff, I began to feel so relaxed as he tightened it around my wrist, attaching it to the strap and pulling tight.  Every small touch just made me tingle, oh what this man could do to me with so little.  Then came the other wrist, I turned my head once again to watch, he just has this aura about him that is intoxicating.  Finally the ankles, again watching his every move as much as I could.  His inspection of me was thorough enough for both of us to know I was not going anywhere this time, I was stuck in place, just as he planned, and I enjoyed.  

Relaxed, splayed out for Master, I had lost any bit of doubt, that this was going to be anything less than amazing.  My body buzzed with anticipation for that first hit.  I knew it was coming, I had no idea where it would be, how hard, or even what he would use.  I could care less, I was in such dire need for this, and he knew it.

SMACK.

And so it beings...

The crop, one of my favorites, and so effective.  I could feel the sting and welcomed back that wonderful feeling like an old friend.

SMACK.

SMACK.

Continuously, all across my body, it continued.

I could feel my skin heating up from the sting of the crop.  My mind was trying to focus on how hard each hit was, as I had been instructed to give a scale at times, and I wanted to do my best to be as accurate as possible.

I do my best to give a number when commanded, and try not to squirm too much as he continues his relentless beating.  Inside, I am loving this, and I know my pussy is soaking with enjoyment, the small grunts and moans I make are just a release for me.  It was at that time, that with his reassuring words to relax and breathe easy, that I start to drift off.

My body becomes still as I breathe deeply savoring each hit, my eyes begin to close.  My unyielding desire to please him, reminds me how much I trust him, and know that I could no be in better hands.  Soon, I cannot even feel if he is still hitting me, or if he switched to a different tool, or if he is even in the room.  My mind has gone off to a different dimension; subspace.

There is no feeling quite like it, and feeling of just floating.  It cannot happen easily, or with just any person.  But this was something that both of us had been thinking about for quite some time, and it was finally happening.  He could turn my entire body black and blue and I would not care, or even feel it for that matter.  The power this man has over me, it is unreal.  

If you were to ask me how long it lasted, I could not even give you a possible guess.  I am not even sure when he stopped.  If it weren't for him grabbing my hand every once in awhile, I wouldn't have even known he was there, and honestly I'm not sure how I was able to feel him at all.  

Floating on a cloud, is one way to put it.  I could not even feel when he released my restraints, I did not move an inch.  A feeling started to come back to me after awhile, I started to gain my bearings once more, and come back to him.  I could feel his eyes on me, but I really couldn't turn to look at him.  Stretching a little, I started to wake myself up realizing I was not restrained, I started to move around a bit, trying to turn onto my side, and then, I saw him.

The look on his face was enjoyment, I guess he must have liked watching me, or sending me into such a wonderful state of being by beating me relentlessly.  I could care less, I loved that look.  He walked over and sat down next to me, and began rubbing my back. Kissing me gently, all I could do was sigh, "Oh wow" I could not find any other words, I was in shock that I could actually get those ones out even.  I could remember a minute ago my mouth was shaking, my body was just jello.  

Leaning down over me he whispered, "subspace welcomes you back" and kissed me softly on my neck.  He probably could not see it, but the biggest smile came across my face.  I could not remember the last time I had been so relaxed.  

I had spaced before, but never like that.  Out of body, is the best way I can put it.  Afterwards, he grabbed us a glass of water and we lay on the bed with me in his arms.  Aftercare.  Laying there I felt so at peace, like it was where I belonged.  He did a quick inspection and assured me I would have some marks soon.  I savor each and every mark I receive from him, they are reminders of his ownership, reminders of him.

I could have laid there forever.  I knew I was still partially in subspace, and I was completely ok with it.  That was a place I wanted to return to again very soon, and often.  Even waking up the next day, I could not stop smiling, I felt too good, all thanks to this amazing man I call, Sir.  There is no other feeling like it, and knowing he gets just as much enjoyment from sending me to subspace as I do from being there makes it all the much better.

I can please him while getting so much pleasure for myself.  There is no better feeling than that.