We’d been working on him telling me if he was uncomfortable — he’d been reluctant to use his safe words in the past. It had taken a lot of practice to get him to say them when he felt the slightest bit of discomfort, instead of waiting until it was almost unbearable.
I took slow steps towards him, knowing that even though his forehead was touching the ground and he couldn’t see me, he could still hear me. The sound of my footsteps approaching must have been thrilling to him.
And knowing that he was thrilled, that he was turned on by that feeling of maybe being in trouble, sent a surge of lust through me.
I was the disciplinarian. I was in control.
Without a word, I stood at his side and peered down at him.
He couldn’t see what I was doing, so he was forced to wait. Forced to be at my beck and call until I decided to give him any sensation.
I could practically see the goosebumps on his flesh, his body begging for any sort of touch.
After lingering next to him for a minute, I leaned down and touched the side of his neck with my fingertips.
“Are you cold, boy?” I asked.
“No, sir.”
“You’d tell me if you were cold, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Very good.”
I turned away from him and walked back towards the bed where the toys were laid out in a neat row. Letting my eyes dance on each one, I leaned down and picked up the riding crop.
Luke
I couldn’t see what my Sir was doing; all I knew was that he wasn’t standing next to me at the moment.
My forehead was pressed against the wooden floor, and my body was folded into a child’s pose. There was something about this position that made me feel so exposed, but intimate at the same time. Like I was putting absolute trust in my Sir to manage our environment.
I liked that part about being a sub. It was pretty much the only time I could turn off my anxiety and just be. I didn’t have to worry about anything — I knew that I could trust my Sir to take care of all of it.
…as long as I followed his commands.
On the forums, people called this zen-like state the “Sub-Zone,”; a unique headspace that was like a deep meditation.
Unlike being in the outside world where my anxiety was continually threatening to throttle me, in here all my brain was telling me was, “Everything is going to be alright. Everything is taken care of, you are good, you’ve done everything he asked to perfection.”
It was magical.
My Sir’s footsteps drew closer, and I felt the wild thrill of anticipation take root within me.
I could tell from the sounds that my Sir had walked near the bed, and I guessed that he was deciding which toy to play with. But I couldn’t know for sure.
And that not-knowing encased in a capsule of trust was the hottest thing in the world to me.
Even though my body was riled with the anticipation, my erection had subsided. There was only so much sitting on the floor in this position could do. Even so, I knew there was only a matter of time before we’d begin.
I could see the shadows dance in the corner of my vision as he approached in the candlelight. I couldn’t tell what he was holding, only that his movements were slow; deliberate.
“You’ve been such a good boy,” My Sir said, his voice full of command.
He had a commander’s voice, and he was absolutely a leader. He was someone I respected; someone worthy of my submissive service.
I wanted to please him.
As soon as I had that thought, I felt a sensation flicker along my back.
It was soft but stiff. Leather?
My Sir moved whatever it was in slow circles, barely grazing the flesh on the sides of my back.
It was hard to resist moving my body in an arch, but I had to stay still. My Sir hadn’t given me any commands to move. My job here was simple:
All I had to do was receive.
The air around us was quiet; there was no noise except the distant hum of the furnace or something. For a moment, I could make myself believe that my Sir had vanished from the room, and there was a phantom dragging its fingers along my back.
He moved the sensation in slow swirls down to my lower back, beginning to alternate between pressing a little harder and letting whatever it was drag along like a feather.
My mind was submerged even deeper into the Sub-Zone as every neuron in my brain was focused on tracking where this thing was going and what it was doing.
That was all I had to do; all I had to focus on.
It was complete bliss.
Then, the circles tightened and moved down to the globes of my ass.
I tensed a little, not sure what was going to happen.
“Relax,” my Sir commanded.
I drew in a deep breath and let it out as the slow circles continued.
“Good boy.”
When I heard praise like that, it filled me with warm and fuzzy feelings of safety. I was doing things right. I pleased him.
Everything would be okay.
Then the sensation stopped as my Sir took whatever tool he was using away from my skin.
As soon as it stopped, all I wanted was for it to be back on again. I needed some kind of sensory input to tell me that my Sir was still there.
My heart began to beat faster as I felt the feelings of abandonment wake up from their slumber.
But just as soon as they opened their eyes, I felt a firm smack on my ass.
My body jerked at the sting, but it told me that he was still there. He was always watching me, making sure nothing bad was going to happen to me.
Smack.
My body jerked forward at the harsh sensation.
Smack. Smack. Smack.
I could feel that spot on my ass grow hot. I knew it must have been turning the deepest shade
