Subspace and Subdrop

Subspace rules; subdrop sucks. Enough said, right? Oh, you’d like more? Ok…

I’m laying in bed, wrapped in one of His t-shirts with the scent of his cologne surrounding me, recovering from subdrop. Similar to last time, and yet different. Subspace was different, too.

He cautioned me, again, that subspace is not guaranteed each time. Three minutes later I sat in a light layer of subspace while we drove down the road to dinner. He had lightly spanked my ass while I washed up in His kitchen and the kept His hand wrapped in my hair while we walked to the car. The endorphins kicked in, and my head practically buzzed.

He looked at me in disbelief, but the glassiness of my eyes confirmed it for Him.

“You’re practically there, aren’t you, pet?”

I smiled at Him. A few seconds passed before I could form words. “Mmmm, yes, Sir, I think so.” Forming thoughts proved difficult, so I sat in silence and let myself drift. As swiftly as it came, it was gone.

We played hard that night. There are stories to tell – and they will come (hehe) just not yet.

In order to muffle the sounds of spanking, paddling and screaming so that no neighbors called the police, the radio had been left on for the night. Covered in blankets with my eyes closed, I drifted as all the chemicals that make up subspace shot through my body. I sensed this experience differed from before. Consciously aware of everything around me, I could not respond, move, or even open my eyes.

I listened to the music and tried to sing. My mouth barely moved and a bleating sound came from my mouth – I thought I sang, but maybe not. My fingers and toes danced in time to the music. I felt like I was inside the music, I was part of the song – I could almost see it.

He allowed me to drift, checking on me occasionally.

“Where are you, pet?”

“I’m in the music, Sir.”

“Oh, you are?” He gave me a few more minutes before gently pulling me back.

When I could finally keep my eyes open and speak clearly, we laughed about being “in the music.” I didn’t know what it meant, either.

*****

I don’t know how I will react the first time I don’t hit subspace. I have been spoiled so far at how easy it is to fall into it. Pull my hair and smack my ass, and I’m halfway there.