Embracing the good feelings

The other evening Master and I were at the Munch that we have started to attend regularly. While there, I got into conversation with someone who says she has no understanding or concept of subspace.

Now the first thing to say is that we struggle to work out the dynamic of many of the couples who attend that particular group, let alone being clear about how the single people see themselves. I suspect many of the people are generally kinky rather than being into any particular dynamic. But a few are in definite D/s relationships.

The lady in question and myself were part of a small group chatting about lots of kink and non kink things. Master was elsewhere, chatting about man type things (machinery, fixing things, technology related stuff). Apparently she is a science teacher and as such finds the idea of something that involves needing to let go of the scientific, sensible side of her brain a step to far. I found myself trying to describe the feelings I experience as that euphoria invades my own cluttered mind and I allow all thoughts to leave it.

I too have something of a scientific background, though not to the extent she described. But maybe the difference is not your knowledge of the physiological processes that matter but your willingness and of course ability to let go of the realities of life. Of course there is the fact that I identify as submissive and we didn’t quite get on to that bit. Especially as I mentioned before that I suspect many people are not involved in this kind of dynamic.

This morning, Master spent time squeezing the nipples that belong to Him. The nipples of His property. Squeezing, sucking stroking.  Sometimes I wonder if it is such a good thing that just these actions can make me orgasm and send me well on my way to subspace.


The past 24 hours have been quite intensive. This is not so  much about the way in which we played yesterday, though the different stimuli that I was exposed to certainly added to the overall effect. I am learning a bit about pain in different areas of my body and how that affects my levels of arousal and I am giving  myself up to Him more quickly and totally dying play. During that session there was cock worship, there was spanking with various implements, and there was ‘the zipper’ (lots of pegs on my pussy this time which are at an opportune moment quickly pulled off all at once). There was also the violet wand which I both love and hate as the electrical stimulations are painful but in a very erotic way. There were nipple clamps, there was the bit in my mouth and as always there was the hitachi. There was sex too, particularly the anal sex which always has an effect on my emotional state. But also there was lots of touching – Him touching my body and me his.

When we sat down to dinner, which Graeme had cooked for us at home, it was clear that i was still in that special place that subs go. I was floaty and felt really really good. I was vague and not really able to speak much and when i knocked some of the contents of my glass of champagne across the room it was pretty clear my coordination was shot too. There was no doubt that the whole of last evening I was pretty much in subspace and whats more I was essentially still there at midday today!

My previous experiences with subspace have been much more short lasting, perhaps an hour after play that gives you a lovely feeling. I have definitely felt the drop much more than the actual subspace and I have never quite felt like I did last night and this morning.

The whole evening, after dinner when we were snuggled on the sofa, me wearing his shirt as I had since I arrived He spent stroking me, kissing me and playing with my tits. We had some quite intense conversation and we also had some much more light hearted time as we listened to music. In all it just felt like a close, fun but intimate time.

In bed, while we both slept relatively well, I was always aware of him, his hands often on my breasts. Then this morning there was lots of touching and for me a number of intense orgasms.

I suppose that it was the play at the beginning, and the intensity of emotion from that and the anal sex. It was the constant stimulation and the time we spent just being close that sent me into that place.  It was also a place it was good to go to at this time, with the stresses of last week at home often ever present.

Life is about new experiences and this is definitely one for me. Made all the better by the care and attention received. Now I have eaten a good meal, spent some time recovering and finally have come home to sit on my own sofa I am beginning to feel a little more like my usual self.

My usual self that is with a little fuzziness around the edges and that feeling I will enjoy while it lasts.