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First time in subspace
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First time in subspace Subject: First time in subspace Edited: March, 2020 Written: March, 2007 Happened: August 2006 I met Rob online and liked him a lot. We met for coffee. He said he wasn't dominant, but liked explore rope bondage. He had never tied someone in r/l. We agreed that no sex would be involved. This first time we met, we didn't even take our clothes off. I went his place. We probably spoke a bit first, but we already had the foundation of our friendship from talking online. I've always enjoyed bondage, but considered it somewhere get as quickly as possible. I thought rope seemed slow put on, and leather cuffs seemed easier and faster. I'd never been tied with rope before. Was I in for a surprise. He asked me sit in a hard backed wooden chair. He began by tying my hands beside me. He wrapped rope around each wrist and then the chair. was a very comfortable position for a first tie. He was also very into gags. I like being gagged, and had a rubber bit gag that I didn't like much but had used before. I hadn't played in a while, and I was about to find out that I was ready to go to some pretty different places than I had before. When I'd played before it was mostly a bit of flogging at a local club, but I had never explored the psychological sub dynamic extensively, and had never gone into subspace, or whatever you would this place I was about find. He stuffed my mouth with a small beanbag, and wrapped non-sticky bondage tape over it. After he tied off the tape, he put his head near the side of my head. I could hear his breathing in my ear. He touched the tape, clearly fascinated. His touch felt so smooth against the tape. He was fascinated and excited by the gag, and this fed my excitement. He took my hair in his hands, and that's when i went into subspace for the first time. I tend to worry. I'm always trying to figure out what I should be doing, or could be doing different, or want to do differently next time. I say it's like 's a hamster on a wheel in my head. I had no idea that being bound and gagged would get the hamster off that wheel, but did. That hamster went sleep, and was like a euphoria for me. Being bound and gagged, wasn't any way for me control what was happening, unless I wanted indicate was a problem. Other than that, was out of my hands. What a relief. I had no idea this would be my reaction, and I'm not sure I'd ever felt the hamster go sleep before this. My head just rolled, and I didn't care how silly I looked. I was in a blissful place. must have gone on for a couple of hours. He tied ropes around my torso. He tied ropes around my breasts and behind my neck. He got down on the ground and tied my ankles apart to the chair legs. He put more ropes around my torso. Each piece of rope going on, made feel more safe and secure, and took deeper. He'd stop and touch my face, touch the gag, kiss the tape, touch the ropes and if they were too tight. I just watched his eyes. I'm very shy, and rarely right into people's eyes. In this situation, it gave me a high to into his eyes, to be really present with him, to know he was in control, to know he was turned on by me being immobile and unable to talk. He moved to stand behind and touched my breasts. His touch was hard. He them, and reached down my dress pinch the nipples. was incredible feeling him all around me and not knowing what might happen next. Our limits were firmly in place, and I knew this person well enough know that wouldn't go into a genital sexual direction, which was what I needed. Our clothes never came off, although the top of my dress was loosened. (I actually ended up with large bruises, so we should have taken our clothes off.) He began take the ropes off eventually, and I began cry. I didn't want leave that place, I wanted stay. He seemed know why I was crying, and said me was time for the ropes come off. Just as he'd slowly put them on, he slowly took them off, always remaining the one in control. One rope after the other, as I quietly cried. Afterwards he held me, and I helped wrap up his ropes. He showed me how to wrap different lengths of rope so they would stay neat in his bag, and this became a favorite thing for me to do as a thank you to him after each scene. We explored rope bondage once a week for a while. Each time it was like that, the head-rolling subspace. Sometimes things would be silly, sometimes I'd struggle, sometimes it was uncomfortable, sometimes it was erotic. We got to where all he had to do was pull my hair and I'd go into that peaceful place. He claimed to the end that he wasn't really dominant, and that lack of pressure was one of the things that helped me let go. I have played since then and gone into subspace, but nothing has been as powerful or as much of a shock as that first time. The ropes going on had been such a slow process. Each wrap had taken me deeper. I say was a bit like canoeing for me. Strange connection I know. When I was younger, I used go on canoe trips in the Boundary Waters of Minnesota for a week at a time. We'd put in where were people, and then for 3 days we'd head deeper into wilderness away from people and civilization. Each day, took you further away from any easy way to get out. The way out if was an emergency was request a helicopter, or canoe back out the way you had come. was the reason we were , get so far away from civilization, but at the time was sort of scary. The silence in was so deep was palpable. was just a bit of relief for me when we were in as far as we were going go, and started head back out. Rope bondage was like that for me. |
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2/15/2021 9:28 pm |
Withholding senses. We have five, and when one or more is removed (like sight with a blindfold; or touch with tying down) the remaining ones become more acute. The 'being tied' just FEELS good  .
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this oddly sounds like something i would enjoy.
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It's the unknown The helplessness The bondage That lets your brain work more You had full trust Faith in your partner For he was in control Your story had me in control Each word The feeling you where going through Not knowing what he would do No there to help you Or enjoy it with you I to now see you tied up in my head As it was mentioned blindfolded And I know you like to be flogged as well I have one more treat and it is a feather I could drive you wild with the touch.
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i understand you a bit more now
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I have corrected this post so many times, and a ff keeps deleting words. I put all the words back in, and they're gone again, along with some different ones. Just nothing I can do as long as it's on this site. Sorry.
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