Sub Space

One night in the middle of winter with the wind blowing hard and the rain pelting down against the roof of the rumpus room, Sir and I were enjoying a glass of wine and a chat. A silence fell as we paused for a moment. Although gentle music played in the background I could no longer hear it. I was captured by his eyes as I watched them change from social to become commanding, my Dom. I obeyed his direction, got off the stool I was seated on, knelt at his feet, and waited. Sir carefully stroked my head, running his fingers through my hair. It felt so natural to be there, awaiting further instruction was my favourite place to be.
‘My girl’, he murmured. ‘Now be a good girl and go over to the table and I will help you up’.
‘Yes Sir’, I said with my heart suddenly pounding with anticipation.
Sir lifted me up sitting onto the table. Climbing up behind me he guided me with a firm hand, giving me the most incredible head in a 69 right next to where everyone sits together. His mouth, tongue and finger work was on point and he made me cum hard, over his face and down his throat. Sir praised me so much for that, it’s one of his favourite things knowing he can make me cum that hard and he loves to taste me. With my legs trembling He helped down from the table and while kneeling before him, he let me worship his cock, my cock, I loved it with everything I had, my mouth, my hands, my tongue. I adore the feeling of him in my mouth, so hard and hot with his perfect arse in my hands. Holding fistfuls of my hair he fucked my mouth with me looking up at him. I love watching him watch me, the look on his face as it hits the back of my throat, so hot. He pulled me off with a strong grip of my hair and put me firmly on the floor flat on my front, legs slightly spread for him to gain access he began fucking me on the fake grass. I had a grass burn that covered my shoulder and side of my face a little from where he’d pinned me right down with his hands. I love the feeling of being helpless to Sirs animalistic need of me. Grabbing me by my hair he dragged me back to the table, bent me over and fucked me again while choking me with the electrical cord double looped around my neck that was hanging above us. Sir was so raw as he gripped my flesh with one hand and wrapped the cord around the other while he pulled back with just the right amount of pressure.
All this as he told me I was his slut, his sub, his toy, his property, claiming me as his all over again. There was so much stimulation all at once for me I kept cumming. I could feel it all the way down my inner thighs. Sir praised me again for pleasing him, for being his good girl.
Removing the cord he stood me up and kissed me sweetly where it had been. With my arms draped around his shoulders for balance I felt his lips against my neck and then kissed my lips. They were soft and tasted so sweet. I couldn’t help but lean into him, soaking in his care and passion.
He led me to the bedroom and continued to kiss me and soothe me. Telling me I was his girl, his good girl,
I was Daddy’s girl.
Stroking every inch of my body with his finger tips so softly, kissing me with so much tenderness. I know I was laying beside him but he made me feel like he was cradling me in his arms, rocking me, and I’d never felt so safe. I had barely recovered when he got me up and turned me over to my knees. I remember the butt plug going in and loving the feeling of fullness as he fucked me hard from behind. We fucked on the bed, the couch, over the exercise ball, on the rug, just full on for hours.
I fucking loved it.
We took little slow down breaks where we were still fucking steadily as he kissed me.
Then whispering in my ear that I was his girl, his good girl, Daddy’s girl, you’re so amazing, amazing body, amazing pussy, just the best sub. I love taking care of you, you need to let me, I want to look after my girl.
All I could do was nod and whisper back yes Sir as he kissed my neck and face. Sir has no idea how much I belong to him. How much I crave his touch now. There has been no one before him that I couldn’t go without but his hold on me is not just this epic sex, it’s his words, his dominance, my trust in him, the intensity of our bond. I finally don’t have feel like I’m the strongest one in the room. Yet he never treats me like I’m weak. He admires my strength.
Sir got me up to fuck me all over again. So many positions that go so deep and the butt plug still there just had my entire body stimulated while he continued to fill my mind with his words that made me so hot. I was completely consumed, this man among men, my Dominant, my Sir.
He gave me a pillow and said to rest my head into it but also I was going to need it because we were going to cum soon. My moans, whimpers and groans were involuntary. I couldn’t have held them back if I’d tried. I could feel the pace getting faster as I heard Sir groaning deep as he got closer and closer. I love nothing more than hearing him when he’s about to cum hard. I know then I’ve done my part well as his sub. I want him to be able to lose himself in me and be his true self in that moment of climaxing, however, wherever he wants to, no limits. My aim is to make sure the world disappears for him, take him to that place where it’s just us and the hedonistic high we create and share. He asked me if I was ready and I managed to say yes Sir. As we both began to cum he waited for the peak and pulled the plug out. All I remember is being super loud into the pillow. It was so fucking intense and incredible. Our orgasm together lasted so long. He soothed me stroking my back gently, telling me what a good job I did, that he loves how we fuck. He told me to lay there for a few minutes then he will come get me. I could hear him in the distance cleaning up the plug, put the shower on to fill the enormous spa bath. I think I may have dozed off because he kissed me awake and helped me up to get in the shower telling me to sit there and just relax. I was shattered but felt amazing like I was floating. Opening the doors to the spa he came back with water and made me drink it. Went away and then came back to check on me and kissed me. Closed the doors and went away again and then came back with more water. I asked him if I’m that drunk and don’t realise. He said no we’ve had some major hard core sex for hours, you’re in a hot bath, you’ve had a few drinks and you need to hydrate. Now be a good girl, drink the water and let me take care of you. I have no idea how long I was in there, I had no concept of time. We enjoyed chatting and laughing a little while he washed my back and shoulders letting the water trickle over me. He sat on the step beside the open doors, then standing he closed them almost all the way, smiling he fed me his cock through the door from one side with me on the other.
I smiled broadly, I loved it. Was hot and amusing at the same time. I gladly took him in my mouth and stroked it with my tongue. He told me to relax a little longer. Came back again and asked me if I’d like to sleep with him for a while and fuck again when we wake up. I nodded saying I’d love to. He got me out of the bath, dried me off and my hair. Straightened it with his fingers as he smiled at me. He’d made the bed up perfectly with the sheets drawn back, the room warm and put me in, covering me carefully.
Sir got into the other side and snuggled me right into him, gave me a soft lingering kiss, kissed my forehead long and sweetly, then told me to just relax.
My entire body sank into him and the bed. I felt so cared for, so cherished, so loved, so relaxed. All I could feel was my Sir and hear the sound of our breathing. Nothing else existed. I’d never hit subspace like that before. I’d only had three drinks so I wasn’t drunk enough to be that far out of it. We cuddled so softly with each other. I do remember whispering, ‘Sir I really loved it here tonight with you. You’re really nice to sleep with’. He told me he’d loved every bit of it as well, to rest now and sleep. I must admit I fought sleeping as long as I could because I didn’t want that moment to end. When we woke up we fucked again, he saw me out and I went home.
Falling into my own bed in the very early hours of the morning I slept again. It took me a couple of days of flashbacks to remember the night fully. It was the very best he had ever dominated me. Sir had me lost in him and the euphoria of our undeniable bond as dominant and submissive. The sex was epic as always and now the aftercare had hit next level. It was fucking amazing. I think if I didn’t have a major crush and attachment to Sir before, I would’ve fallen so hard for him that night. He was that good. I absolutely love being this dominants submissive. There’s nothing I won’t do to please this man, to hear him call me ‘His girl’.
His ‘Good girl’.