I really entered subspace last night. Not from a spanking. Not from bondage. Just from lying on the floor at her feet.
She was curled up on the couch, binge watching some fantasy show I wasn’t even paying attention to. All she said was, “Massage my feet.” And that was all I needed.
I slipped into that headspace immediately. I started with soft strokes, working through the arches, her heels, each of her toes. I kissed them. Gently. Reverently. Her scent, the heat of her skin, the occasional flex of her ankle as she shifted. It was intoxicating.
I melted.
The world faded. I wasn’t thinking about anything else. Not work. Not stress. Not time. Just her feet in my hands, my mouth moving slowly across the tops, her toes slipping between my lips.
She didn’t say much. Just shifted once in a while or made the softest little sound if I found the right spot. It felt like a dream.
Then, all of a sudden, she looked down and said, “Okay, you can stop now.”
I blinked, came up from the fog, and realized I had been there for two and a half hours.
Two and a half hours.
Kissing. Rubbing. Worshipping. Floating.
That’s subspace. That’s devotion. And honestly, I cannot wait to go back.
This exactly. ‘Nuff said.
When you truly worship her, the average becomes extraordinary, and time becomes nonsense.
So goddamned relatable, hermano. I feel you.
Oh yes levi that is a real ride in sub space.. Those moments for me don’t come along often. I will say that when I launch it’s a very nice experience
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