Subspace

I had a session on the webcam with the brown-eyed girl. It began with some clothes-pegs on the lips of her cunt. She said that didn’t hurt much, not even when I told her to put one on her clit too. We measure pain on a scale of 1-10, where 10 is unbearable. She rated the pegs only a 4. But as any submissive girl knows, what may not start out hurting can hurt quite a lot after a while. The pain builds slowly but inexorably.

I talked to her, intensely, focusing on her sensations and what I wanted from her. I told her how much I valued her pain. I said, the more you are hurting the more you are pleasing me. I want you to offer me more and more of your pain, I want you to push yourself to give me as much as you can. Do not hold back; your pain is my pleasure, and thus your pleasure too.

I told her she needed something stronger now. I ordered her to put the butterfly clamps on her nipples. Pull the chain that connects them, I said. Pull harder. Harder. I watched the grimace on her face and heard her gasps. Now twist the clamps, I said. She was breathing heavily. Her nipples were flushed, and so was her cunt. I told her how beautiful she was, and how dear she is to me. And I told her that my cruelty to her was a way of showing my kindness, because I knew how much she needed this cruelty, needed to offer up her pain, needed to be taken to the depths.

I told her to pull on the clamps until she pulled them right off her nipples. It’s exquisite agony to do that, but she managed it. I told her what a good girl she was, that I was proud of her. I told her to ask me to make her put the clamps on again. Then I told her to take them off, and put them on yet again. She went deep into subspace. I asked her a question and I don’t think she heard it. I asked again, and all I got back was a confused mumble. She had gone to a place where rational thought had been left behind. All she knew was the pain, how exquisite it was and how much she needed it, how much more she needed. She’d never been there before.

Eventually I talked her down and comforted her and gave her a little treat. And we discussed what subspace was like. She said, and I find this remarkable, that it was better than an orgasm. She couldn’t say why exactly. It’s a place beyond words, but you know when you are there. It’s a place like no other, an experience like nothing else. Apparently.

I wasn’t in domspace, if there is such a thing. I was very conscious, watching her carefully, enjoying her suffering, controlling it. That too is a wonderful experience.