subspace

He put the collar on me, then the wrist cuffs. Then, bound me. Hands behind my back. Breasts bound. I was floating from the moment the collar was fastened. Each touch sent shivers through my body as his fingers worked the knots on the rope.

“Get on your knees,” was that last thing I remember hearing as I did as I was told and he fed me his cock.

My body hummed. My scalp tingled. I remember nothing but the sensation of my body floating somewhere between orgasm and heaven.

I know that he spanked me and used his belt on me. I know because he told me later. In acknowledement, I ran my fingers over the warm flesh where he beaten me earlier.

I know that he plugged my ass. I know because I became coherent slightly when he removed it, but it was hours later before I could fully comprehend what that sensation actually was.

I know that I asked for permission to cum and squeezed his cock mercilessly as I did because he told me that I had. I talked. I moaned. He told me that too.

I remember his body leaving mine and feeling light only to realize he had removed my bindings.

I remember shaking as he scooped me into his arms and stroked my hair.

I remember bliss.