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.

About the author

Kayla Lords

I am a sex blogger, podcaster, freelance writer, international speaker, kink educator, and all-around kinky woman. You can find me online sharing my innermost sexual thoughts and experiences, teaching other bloggers how to make money writing about sex, and helping kinksters have happy healthy BDSM relationships. I'm also a masochistic babygirl submissive with an amazing and sadistic Daddy Dom and business partner, John Brownstone. Welcome to my kinky corner of the internet!


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