BDSM Sex Stories-A Sub Becomes a Slave With Pleasure

One of the first things I learned as a new submissive to the BDSM scene was that the most desired place to reach during a scene was “subspace.” The first time I found myself in subspace, I realized why everyone was so eager to get there. I found myself going from total consciousness to the nirvana that is subspace.  My mind and my body felt blown in ways that expanded my pleasure.  Especially the first time it happened.  BDSM sex stories are some of my favorites to tell.  And that comes from it being so close to home.

I realize now that my first turn in the BDSM realms started back in high school.  I would read books that involved some force or edges of pain that would really get my juices flowing.  Some of my intense fantasy high school sex stories involved some pain.

Like most new subs  I quickly realized this was a state that could bring me even more pleasure.  So, of course, I went on a pursuit for more.  Not only could I indulge the whims of my Dom’s control, but now I could expand upon them.  In this subspace, I felt that there was a deeper place that I could go.  And go I did.

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It wasn’t until a Master accepted me as his slave that I became aware of where and how far I could go. My first encounter with slave space was during a period of isolation in a small room wearing nothing but a collar and a strap-on vibrator. My former Dominant play partners issued punishment, but they usually lasted no more than ten minutes or so and were seriously lacking in effectiveness.

Master and I had discussed how important it was to be consistent. He told me I would be punished in a particular manner or for a specific length of time.  Being a naughty slave in isolation is not as easy as it sounds.  I actually thought about just walking out. At one point, when I became uncomfortable, I began whimpering.  Master came in and looked stern but pleased. As he moved towards me I could feel my cunt filling with juice.  He ran his finger down the center of my body and stopped just above my pussy.  My head fell back in full submission.

Master told me to get on my knees.  Dropping to my knees I looked up and watched him smile.  As he unzipped his pants my heart began to flutter.  His huge cock was already hard.  Like a good slave, I opened my mouth.  As his hard flesh slid down my throat I moaned in pleasure.   Serving him as a slave gave me more pleasure than I could have imagined.  If subspace was nirvana then this place was way beyond.  I’d only heard of slave-space but now I was living and breathing it.

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While both states function on physiological and psychological levels, subspace is more a product of the physical and slave space more dependent upon the psychological. Further, subspace allows acceptance in the form of physical and emotional freedom; slave space allows acceptance of the opposite.

Master shot his hot load in my mouth at the exact moment that my own pussy exploded.  I could feel both explosions in every part of my body.  As Master began petting and cuddling in aftercare I smiled up at him.  Like a good slave.

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