His submissive

As I sit here, with a collar around my neck and an assignment to complete before I can sleep, I find myself unequal to the task to convey this night.  I have a feeling this will have to come in bits and pieces over the next few days.

Let me first say that I am safe and very happy.  My Sir treated me like His slut, His whore, His queen.  He checked in with me constantly, even when I was determined to take every bit of what he gave.  He brought me to tears.  He made me cum.  He held me when I became overwhelmed.

I entered subspace and in my extremely limited experience, I think there may be layers to subspace.  Twice, I found that I could not hold a thought in my head but I could sense everything going on around me.  I could not move.  I could not think.  And I did not care. The third time, I was completely gone – somewhere – and when He brought me back, I could not walk, I could barely talk, and I trembled violently for several minutes.

Not everything we planned actually happened.  But everything that happened changed me.  I am not the same woman I was when I woke up this morning.  I am not the woman filled with nerves and fears over what might happen.  I am the woman who knows exactly what will happen.  I know how my Sir will react and how He will treat me.

Tonight, I do not have the words to adequately describe everything.  Tonight, I am His submissive, and I am happy.