A young woman with a most unusual family discovers the joys of bondage, submission, and subspace as she contemplates her future.
As its title implies, Deeply Submissive has a heavy BDSM emphasis, especially focusing on domination and submission, subspace, and bondage.
Part 3 consists of the following chapters:
Chapter 11 – Subspace and aftercare
Chapter 12 – Even more submissive
Chapter 10 – Sub training
Despite the positive experiences they both had so far with the Dom/sub lifestyle, Victor decided that Jazmyn needed to be trained in how to be a sub, specifically in how to be his sub. He had learned that training was an essential step towards agreeing to a permanent Dom/sub relationship. Rather than just responding to random commands from the Dom, training would provide a framework, ground rules, and expectations between the Dom and the sub that would always be in effect without him having to explicitly tell her each time.
Jazmyn, desiring to be a good sub, could hardly object to being trained in this way. The more she knew about what Victor wanted from her, the better she could provide that and please him. So they sat down together and discussed it. Victor had done his homework and had prepared a list of rules, standing commands and expectations that he wanted Jazmyn to comply with. Among these were the following:
In addition to continuing to wear the leather collar when at home, Jazmyn was to wear a choker or necklace displaying a discrete BDSM symbol whenever she was away from home to indicate she was a sub in training. (Victor had bought several of these for her, and she was free to choose from among them on any given day.)
Jazmyn, as the sub, was to never buy gifts for Victor, the Dom. All gifts from the sub to the Dom were to be gifts of service, above and beyond any normal expectations.
Jazmyn was to spend at least three hours a week educating herself about submission, bondage, or other aspects of BDSM. This could be done via a mentor, online searches, or by reading books.
Despite her interest in submission, Jazmyn had never actually looked online to learn more about it. Now that she was, it didn’t take her long to find numerous references to something called ‘subspace’. Subspace is a fairly common phenomenon among people in the midst of an intense submissive experience, usually once they physically and mentally relinquish all control to their Dom. The sub appears to go into a trance-like state, but they typically become hyper-focused on their Dom’s voice and touch to the exclusion of all else, lose the ability to feel pain, have the sensation of floating or flying, and experience a very relaxed state of complete bliss and extreme pleasure. By all accounts, subspace is the ultimate experience for a submissive, the Holy Grail, better than even a mind-blowing orgasm, but much different.
Jazmyn was fascinated. She’d never heard of subspace. Now she was obsessed with experiencing it firsthand. She excitedly told Victor what she had learned. He was equally unfamiliar with subspace, but Jazmyn encouraged him to read up on it himself, both to understand it from the sub’s perspective, but also to learn how to trigger it and manage it as a Dom. As the submissive in their relationship, “encourage” was as strong as she dared to press the issue, and even that might have crossed a line. Otherwise, she would have insisted, even demanded that he educate himself about it.
Victor was surprised, and a bit annoyed, that Jazmyn was almost trying to tell him what to do. She knew better than that. He didn’t make an issue of it, partly because she was so animated and excited, and partly because he was intrigued by what she was telling him. But the more he thought about it, the more he concluded that he should have disciplined her right then and there.
Nevertheless, Victor did comply with Jazmyn’s request and searched online for information about subspace. He checked a variety of sources, and they were quite consistent both in describing it as an utterly amazing and incomparable experience for a sub, and cautioning that her Dom needed to fully understand what to expect and what to do to keep the sub safe both during and after the experience. He realized that it would be a huge responsibility on his part if he enabled Jazmyn to go into subspace, and that if he were going to do it, he needed to be fully prepared. But he also realized that if he did do that, it would be an almost priceless gift to her, and that it would certainly bring them much closer.
Independently, Jazmyn resolved to ask Natalie about subspace, and Victor decided he needed to ask Hector about it. It was decided by fate that each would call their mentors at almost the same time. Natalie’s phone rang, and she answered it without noticing who the caller was. “Hello?” she said. While the caller was speaking, Victor asked her, “Who is it?” They were in the kitchen at the time, where there was a white board mounted to the wall. Natalie wrote on the white board, “Jazmyn.” “What does she want?” asked Victor. Natalie just wrote “subspace”, and Hector gave a knowing smile. Just then, his own phone rang. It was his little brother. He answered with a hearty “¡Hola, Victor!”
Needless to say, Natalie and Hector knew all about subspace, she with extensive firsthand experience, and he as the Dom charged with protecting her and helping her return to reality. Subspace, and Hector’s skill in helping her through it, had a lot to do with why Natalie wore an eternity collar. Both phone calls lasted a good hour as Natalie and Hector related their experiences and fielded numerous questions. Both stressed that they’d only covered the tip of the iceberg of what there was to know. But Jazmyn and Victor came away with what they thought was a solid understanding of the phenomenon.
Jazmyn and Victor had been in different rooms while on their calls, but each was aware that the other was essentially having the same conversation at the same time with their respective mentors. Jazmyn retuned to where Victor was, and they just looked at each other intently as they simultaneously said, “Wow!” Victor said to Jazmyn, “We have got to try this for ourselves!” “I was hoping you’d think so!” she replied. “I can’t wait!”
Over the course of the next few days, the two spent a lot of time talking about what they had each learned and how they thought they should proceed. They realized that they both needed to feel completely ready to try it, and completely confident that their partner was also ready. They also realized that they could only attempt it when they knew they’d have a significant block of time available for Jazmyn to recover. It was something only to be tried early on a weekend when they’d have a good two days, or better yet, early on a long weekend.
It just so happened that Presidents’ Day weekend was coming up very soon, which gave them both a Monday holiday. They both set a goal to be ready to give it a try on Friday evening at the start of the weekend. They continued to talk it through, and agreed that they needed to make their bondage/sex sessions more intense in order to have a shot at it. Exactly how, and how much, they’d have to experiment with. But the objective was for Jazmyn to feel utterly helpless to control the situation in even the least way, to feel completely safe and protected by Victor, and to feel an extreme intensity of various sensations including both pleasure and pain, simultaneously if possible. If they could find the right combination of those things, chances were good that Jazmyn could find subspace.
Chapter 11 – Subspace and aftercare
They put their plan in motion that Friday evening. Their session was more intense than any they’d ever had to date. It was an amazing session for both of them, with Jazmyn experiencing five intense orgasms over the course of the evening, but subspace eluded her. “I think I was close,” Jazmyn told Victor as they wound things down and cuddled together. “I want to try again. If we do it tomorrow morning, we still have the better part of three days for me to recover.”
“What do you want to do differently next time?” asked Victor. “I want you to f*** me in my ass,” Jazmyn told him. “Are you sure? That’s always been a hard limit for you,” he replied. “I know. But I think I need more pain, and that ought to be pretty painful, and hopefully pleasurable as well. But I also want a vibrator up my pussy and a clit massage, all at the same time. Maybe some nipple clamps, too.”
They tried again Saturday morning, and Victor accommodated her requests. In addition, he really stepped up the verbal part, repeatedly assuring her how safe she was, how he was looking out for her and caring for her, how great a job she was doing, how proud he was of her, and so on. Eventually, Victor was able to sense that she was probably close, and he told her, “You’re standing on the edge, aren’t you? Go ahead and let yourself go. Just float off the edge. I’ve got you. You’re safe in my arms.”
Jazmyn heard him say that, and he accurately described what she was experiencing. And so, in her mind, she completely relinquished all control to Victor and stepped out into the void. Victor immediately knew she had accomplished her goal. Her body became extremely relaxed, almost limp. Her breathing became shallow, her skin flushed, and her eyes looked vacantly into space. He asked her if she were okay, and she didn’t respond. If Victor hadn’t known to expect all of that, he would have been freaking out right now. He knew his job was to now to continue to talk to her and touch her and let her experience the pain and pleasure while reducing the intensity of the pain. He kept his cock in her ass but stopped thrusting, and he removed the clamps from her nipples and instead manipulated them with his fingers.
Victor kept this up for several minutes, but decided that her first time needed to be relatively brief in case there was a problem that he was unaware of. He eased out of her, and turned off and removed the vibrator and clit massager. He unfastened the bonds keeping her immobile and helped her into a more comfortable position, all while continuing to reassure her and tell her it was time to come back. He sensed her starting to return to reality. She started moving a bit, and making sounds like she was trying to talk. Then Jazmyn started shaking uncontrollably, and she was able to get out the words “So cold. So tired.” Victor again was prepared for this, and he wrapped her tight in a blanket, held her close, and continued to speak soothingly to her.
Before too long, the shaking stopped, and Jazmyn drifted off to sleep. Victor continued to hold her tight and stroked her hair and face. After a couple of hours, she gradually awoke. Jazmyn still felt very incapacitated and like she was in a deep mental fog, but she could now talk, slowly and softly. “Victor,” she said. “That was incredible. I can’t describe it. It was better than anything, ever. Thank you.” He replied, “I’m so glad you were able to do it, Jazmyn. I’m so proud of you. Now you just relax and rest and recover. Take all the time you need. I’ve got you.”
It took Jazmyn a good two days before she felt anything close to normal. During those two days, she was weak and fatigued, very clingy toward Victor, and on an emotional roller coaster. But, oh, it was so worth it! Subspace was so much better than any orgasm she’d ever had. Maybe better than every orgasm put together. There was no comparison. And now she felt so relaxed and happy and deeply in love with Victor.
Jazmyn had never understood the darker side of BDSM before – the sadism and machoism aspects of it, the Master/slave thing, or even the discipline that often accompanied bondage. She still didn’t get the sadism part. But she understood now why at least some participants wanted to experience pain – not necessarily because they found it arousing, but likely because they were using the pain to get into subspace. Jazmyn knew that pain wasn’t essential to getting there, but it was one of the easiest ways. She now understood why someone would willingly become a slave, too.
Jazmyn wondered whether Mama Bryana had ever experienced subspace. She had a feeling she hadn’t, or she would have told her about it. Now Jazmyn would be the one to tell her about it. Monday evening, she was feeling back to normal enough to talk to her. Jazmyn texted Mama Bryana and asked her, if she wasn’t busy, to find a private place to talk and call her back. A short time later, she did. They greeted each other and made small talk for a few minutes. Then Jazmyn got to the reason for her call.
“Mama, do you know about subspace?” Jazmyn asked. Bryana replied, “I think I remember them talking about it on Star Trek, but I don’t know what it is. Why do you ask?” Jazmyn laughed. “No, not that kind of subspace, Mama. The BDSM kind,” she said. “I guess I don’t know about it then,” said her mother. Jazmyn then gave her a summary of what she knew about it. Then she said, “I had my first visit to subspace the other day. It. Was. Amazing! There is no way to describe what a wonderful feeling it is. I would take one trip to subspace over a hundred mind-blowing orgasms.”
Bryana replied, “From what you’ve described, I think I’ve been close on many occasions. I’ve had this sensation of being near the edge of cliff, and beyond the cliff was this dark, vast emptiness. I didn’t know what it was, and it was frightening, so I’ve always tried to back away from it.”
“Mama, that emptiness is subspace! It’s nothing to be afraid of! If you let yourself just float off the cliff, I promise, it’ll be the most amazing thing you’ve ever experienced! But you don’t want to do it unprepared. It’s especially important for your partner – Dad, I mean – to be completely up to speed with what to expect and what he needs to do to help you during and especially after the experience. If he’s not, it could go badly for you. There’s lots of information about it online, but I’m sure Victor would also be glad to talk to him about it as well.
“You also need a significant amount of time where you won’t be interrupted. It took me hours afterwards before I could even function at all, and a good two days before I felt anything close to normal. You’d probably want to go away for the weekend to try it, at least the first time.”
Chapter 12 – Even more submissive
Hector had told Victor that based on his own experience, once Jazmyn had been to subspace and back, she’d be much more submissive toward him after that. She would realize that she needed him to help her return to subspace, and would also need him to help her recover. As a result, she’d be willing to do almost anything he asked, just because he asked. It would be as if Victor had become her drug dealer. Hector said it was okay for him to enjoy that, but urged him not to take advantage of her in this vulnerable state. “With great power comes great responsibility,” he told his younger brother. “Now more than ever, it’s up to you to look out for her best interests.” Victor replied that he understood, and would do the right thing. He was an honorable man and he loved Jazmyn.
Jazmyn was certainly feeling the way Hector had predicted. She felt so grateful and indebted to Victor for helping her get into and back out of subspace that she would readily agree to be his slave for life if he would only promise to let her return to subspace periodically. So, when Victor came home from work on Tuesday, Jazmyn was waiting for him just inside the door. She was completely nude except for her leather collar and stiletto heels, with a length of chain attached to the ring on her collar. She’d put on a ring gag and had handcuffed her hands behind her back, and she waited for him in a kneeling position. She kept her eyes focused on the floor when he came in. She was essentially letting him know he could do whatever he wanted to or with her.
Victor figured this fell into the category of enjoying her increased submissiveness, and he closed the door, unfastened his belt, and dropped his pants and boxers to his ankles. Jazmyn knew what to do from there, and she serviced him with great enthusiasm. She acted like she was about to orgasm just from sucking him off, but Victor couldn’t tell if that was real or just acting. He decided it didn’t matter much. As not to be selfish, he then pulled her by the chain up into a standing position, and then teased her clit and fingered her pussy until she definitely did orgasm.
Victor then pulled his pants back up and led Jazmyn by the chain to the sofa, where he sat down and then pulled her down so that she was seated next to him. He the removed the ring gag so she could speak, and he told her, “Thank you for that. That was a nice surprise.” Without making eye contact, Jazmyn replied, “Thank you as well, but there was no need to make me cum. I was only trying to show my gratitude to you for taking such good care of me this past weekend.”
Jazmyn then got back on her knees on the floor, facing Victor, and looked down at his feet. She said to him, “Master, I’ll be your slave for life if you’ll only take me to subspace now and then. I’ll gladly do anything you want. No limits, no safe words. I’ll clean your toilet with my tongue if you tell me to, and I’ll do it with a smile and a good attitude.”
Victor now understood what Hector had warned him about. “Get up off the floor and sit next to me like you were,” he told her gently. She complied, but still looked downward as a slave would. He lifted her chin with his finger and said, “Look me in the eyes, Jazmyn.” She hesitated, but did as he requested.
“There’s no need for any of that. I’ll gladly take you to subspace as often as it’s safe and practical. You don’t have to be my slave for me to do that. I don’t want you to be my slave. Only a sociopath would let someone he loved become his slave. I want you to be my partner, like you’ve been from the beginning.”
Jazmyn looked down again and said, “Thank you, Master.” Victor again lifted her chin, but this time she knew that meant to look him in the face. “Please don’t call me ‘Master’ again. You are not a slave, and I’m not your master.” “What shall I call you then, Sir, that shows the respect you are due?” she asked. “’Victor’ will be just fine, really,” he replied. “But if you want to use a title, how about this? There’s a book in the Bible called the Song of Songs. It’s a love poem, and it’s quite romantic, even erotic. In that poem the woman always refers to her man as ‘my Lover’. You may use that title if you wish, but it’s really not necessary. Likewise, the man in the poem always calls his woman ‘Beloved’, so if you’re going to call me ‘Lover’, get used to hearing that in return.” “Yes, my Lover; I will do as you say,” Jazmyn replied.
From that response, Victor knew his work wasn’t done yet. “Listen to me, Jazmyn. You don’t need to treat me like I’m some kind of a god. In fact, I wish you wouldn’t. You were the one who found the way to subspace, not me. I had relatively little to do with it; I just encouraged you and assisted. Any number of people could have done that.”
Jazmyn replied, “Any number of people didn’t do it, though. You did, even though there was nothing in it for you. I had the most amazing experience of my life by far, and there was no way for you to join me. And yet you did everything necessary to enable me to get there, and then you did everything necessary to see me safely through it and help me recover. I was completely incapacitated for quite a few hours, and you were with me the entire time, making sure I was okay and helping me come out of it. I’m eternally grateful to you for that.”
“You’re wrong about one thing,” said Victor. “There was a lot in it for me. I love you, Jaz, and it gave me great pleasure to not only see you have that amazing experience, but also to have had a role in it. It doesn’t bother me that you think you got the better part of the deal. You feeling that way gives me even more satisfaction. I really think we’ve become much closer because of this. It was a win for both of us, so you’re not indebted to me, okay? I’m sure this was just the first of many times you’ll visit subspace, and I’m telling you now that every time will be a win for both of us. Really. I mean it.”
“Oh, Victor, I love you so much! You are such an amazing man, and you’re so good to me! I’m so glad I’m yours!” Jazmyn snuggled as close to him as she could while still handcuffed behind her back. Victor noticed that she said she was his, rather than he was hers like most people would have said. The seemingly backwards wording was the exactly the right thing for a sub to say to her Dom, however. She seemed to have gotten past the Master/slave thing, but she still knew her role. Good job, Jazmyn, he thought.
For some reason, Jazmyn didn’t want Victor to remove the handcuffs or put clothes on her. She wanted to stay that way, bound and nude and vulnerable. Realizing that she couldn’t make dinner in that condition, Victor stepped up to do it, which made Jazmyn feel a little guilty, but only a little. She didn’t know why, but she was enjoying being so helpless and dependent. Victor then had to feed her, which they both actually enjoyed. It only occurred to Jazmyn much later that that was exactly how Mama Bryana had started down the path that led to her wanting to be limbless.
Chapter 13 – Birthday dinner
Victor’s birthday was coming up soon, and of course Jazmyn wanted to make it special for him. The only problem was that he had forbidden her from buying him any gifts. When she had asked him why, he only said that it was not appropriate for a sub to spend money on her Dom. Instead, any gifts she chose to give him had to be in the form of a service or action of some kind. Jazmyn wasn’t used to thinking in this way and was struggling to come up with something that she didn’t already routinely do for him.
Jazmyn realized she needed to talk to Natalie about this. She arranged a time where they could talk. Jazmyn told her the problem. Natalie asked her, “Do you have any skills in making or creating anything? Sewing or knitting or art or jewelry or poetry or anything like that?” “No, unless you count making coffee. I’m a barista at a coffee shop, and with the right ingredients I can make any kind of coffee known to man. But I make him his favorite coffee all the time.” “Can you cook?” Natalie asked. “I would never get hired as a chef, but, yeah, I’m not bad at cooking. But again, I do that all the time.”
“I bet you don’t make him an authentic, homemade Puerto Rican dinner all the time,” Natalie suggested. “I bet there aren’t any Puerto Rican restaurants in your area, either, so he probably only gets Puerto Rican food when he comes home to Long Island. I think that’s maybe the most obvious thing you could do that would really delight him.”
“That’s actually not a bad idea, Natalie,” replied Jazmyn. “But I’ve never made Puerto Rican food, and I’ve hardly ever even eaten any, so I have no idea what I’m doing. I don’t even know where I could get ingredients. There aren’t any Puerto Rican groceries around here, either, as far as I know.” “All problems that can be overcome,” said Natalie reassuringly.
She continued. “The first thing to do is to find out what some of his favorite dishes are. I have a bunch of recipes, and any I don’t have I can get from his mother or sisters. Then, we can pick from among those some that aren’t too difficult to make. Then we’ll know what ingredients you’ll need. You might be able to get some in a regular grocery store, or in some other kind of Latin or Caribbean grocery if there aren’t any that are specifically Puerto Rican. You could always buy ingredients online and have them shipped to you, or I could get what you need here and send it to you.”
“Wait, I’m not allowed to buy him anything,” Jazmyn countered. “You’re allowed to buy groceries, aren’t you?” asked Natalie. “That’s all you’d be buying. Your gift to him would be learning how to make his favorite foods and then actually making them.” “That makes sense,” Jazmyn replied. “I don’t know what I was thinking.”
“Now, what are some dishes that he’s told you are his favorites or that he misses being able to get?” Natalie asked. Jazmyn listed a few that she could recall Victor talking about. “Hmmm…” Natalie replied. “Some of those are pretty challenging to make, and what’s left isn’t enough to make a meal out of. Let me talk to Hector and see if he can suggest anything else, and if he can’t help, I’ll ask their mother. We’ll come up with something.”
“Thank you so much, Natalie,” replied Jazmyn. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.” “I’m happy to help,” she replied. “I’m so glad to have you in the family. I have far more in common with you than any of Hector’s other relatives.” “Well, I’m not sure I count as being ‘in the family’,” Jazmyn replied. “We’re just living together, that’s all.” “That’s just a temporary technicality, I’m sure,” said Natalie. “From what Hector says, Victor’s really fallen hard for you. Who knows; maybe this birthday dinner will be enough to make him pursue something permanent with you.” That got Jazmyn thinking.
But Natalie interrupted her thoughts. “Changing the subject, have you made it to subspace yet?” she asked. “Oh. My. God. Yes! Just once so far, but it was fantastic! Words can’t begin to do it justice! I had no idea it was humanly possible to experience that much pure bliss, at least without drugs! I can’t wait to go there again!” “Well, congratulations, and welcome to the subspace club!” Natalie replied.
Within a few days, Jazmyn and Natalie had worked out what dishes Jazmyn would prepare for Victor and what ingredients she would need. The out-of-the-ordinary spices and other ingredients she was able to find locally in either the ethnic foods section of regular supermarkets or one of several specialty grocery stores.
Still, Jazmyn was worried that she had no experience doing some of the things necessary to prepare the various dishes, and that she’d somehow screw them up. To make matters worse, Natalie had pointed out that Victor’s birthday was very close to her due date, and she might be in labor at the time when Jazmyn would need to consult with her in the middle of preparing the meal. Jazmyn realized she was going to need another experienced cook to coach her through some of the processes she was unfamiliar with. Her adoptive mother Alyssa was the obvious choice.
Jazmyn contacted the woman she called ‘Mom’ and explained to her what she was trying to do and what she thought she needed help with. She stressed that she needed to do all the work herself; she just needed someone who knew what they were doing to coach her through it. Alyssa knew how to do everything Jazmyn needed help with and was free on Victor’s birthday. Jazmyn had already arranged to take that day off work so she’d have the entire day to make the meal and otherwise get ready, so Alyssa agreed to come over and coach.
On Victor’s birthday, Alyssa arrived at Victor and Jazmyn’s apartment as scheduled, but she also brought Bryana with her, which she and Jazmyn hadn’t discussed. Bryana just wanted to tag along and take advantage of the opportunity to spend time with Jazmyn. Jazmyn was surprised but pleased Bryana had also come over.
Over the course of the day, the subject of subspace came up. Bryana told Jazmyn that she and Cody, Jazmyn’s dad, had been reading up on it but hadn’t tried it yet. This was the first that Alyssa had heard of it, and didn’t know what they were talking about. Jazmyn filled her in on what she knew of it as well as her own limited experience. Bryana asked Jazmyn if sex was necessary in order to enter subspace. Jazmyn replied, “From what I’ve read, it usually is part of the process, but it doesn’t have to be. Any kind of intense submissive experience with a trusted partner can potentially be the catalyst, depending on the individual. With some people, it doesn’t even have to be that – they can be triggered by just a sound or a smell that they associate with a previous intense submissive experience.”
Alyssa asked, “What do you mean by an ‘intense submissive experience’?” Jazmyn replied, “Well, for me it was a combination of being bound to the point of immobility in a very vulnerable position, and Victor simultaneously applying both pleasure and pain while soothingly assuring me that he was protecting me and keeping me safe. Eventually, in my head I just completely released all control and fully submitted to him, and that’s when I entered subspace. But there’s no one way or right way to do it. It can be different for everyone.”
Jazmyn’s two moms exchanged a glance. Bryana was the one to verbalize what they were both thinking. “If subspace is better than an orgasm, and sex isn’t necessary, it might be something you could enjoy, Alyssa. We need to find out more about this.” “My thoughts exactly!” agreed Alyssa.
That evening when Victor came home from work, he could smell dinner well before he got to the door, and it sure smelled like Puerto Rican food. He assumed he must be imagining things. When he opened the front door, the scent was unmistakable, and Jazmyn was there to greet him, wearing the dress he once told her was his favorite. The lights were dimmed, and lit candles were on the table as well as elsewhere in the apartment. “Happy birthday and welcome home, my Lover,” she said to him with a smile. “Come in and get comfortable while I pour you a glass of wine. Dinner is ready whenever you are.”
On the table, a Puerto Rican feast was laid out. Victor was blown away. “Did you make all this?” he asked. Jazmyn replied, “Yes, my Lover.” “Well, it smells amazing!” he said. Jazmyn beamed as she said, “I hope you enjoy it.” Victor made sure to try everything she’d made, and he proclaimed it all both authentic and delicious. “How on earth did you manage to do all this?” he asked. “I found out from Hector and your mother what dishes you liked, I got the recipes from Natalie, and my mom coached me some. But I did all the work myself.” “Where did you get the ingredients? There aren’t any Puerto Rican groceries around here; I know, I’ve looked.” he asked. “Several different places, all local. A few things I got at the supermarket, others I found at various other Latin and Caribbean grocery stores.” “Well you did an amazing job, Beloved, and you completely surprised me. Thank you so much!” Victor said.”
Jazmyn smiled. She was so happy he liked it all. “I hope you saved room for birthday cake,” she told him. He just rubbed his belly as if he were trying to make room for cake. Jazmyn left the room and returned with an authentic Puerto Rican cake with a lit candle on top. She set it down in front of him, sang the Happy Birthday song to him, and told him to make a wish. He momentarily closed his eyes, and then blew out the candle. He asked her, “Is this what I think it is? And did you make this, too?” “It probably is, and yes, I made it,” she replied. She cut him a slice, and he took a bite. “My favorite kind, and it’s perfect! You’re amazing! I’m so lucky to have you, Jazmyn!” he said. Then he admitted, “I actually snuck two wishes in just now. I hope that doesn’t jinx them.” “I hope so, too,” replied Jazmyn. “I’m sure they were good ones.”
Victor’s wishes were for Jazmyn to ask for an eternity collar, and for her to accept his proposal of marriage when the time came. He intended to shop for both a collar and an engagement ring at his earliest opportunity.
Jazmyn cleared the table, put the food away, and loaded the dishwasher. She then excused herself, and returned a short time later wearing sexy lingerie and handcuffed behind her back. She sat down next to him on the sofa, snuggled close, and said in a sexy voice, “You have a present to unwrap and have your way with. Anything you’d like to do, or would like me to do, I’m up for it.”
Victor decided to reward Jazmyn for going above and beyond the call of duty for his birthday by helping her find her way back to subspace. It was a Friday evening, so they had the whole weekend for her to recover, and it had been several weeks since her first time. So, he led her back to the bedroom and put her in more substantial restraints than just handcuffs, so that she could barely move. He then brought her to orgasm a couple of times, and then he came in her, because, after all, it was his birthday. This induced another orgasm on her part, and she figured the session was about over. She said, “Oh, Victor, you’re so good to me! Thank you for that!”
But Victor replied, “Oh, baby, we’re just getting started!” He then began stimulating her clit as he simultaneously began flogging her on the ass. “I’m going to take very good care of you, I promise. Just relax and enjoy the ride.” “No, Victor,” she said. “Don’t take me to subspace tonight. This is your special day, and I want to keep making it special for you.” “You’ve done more than enough for me already, Jaz,” he replied. “Let me reward you. That will make it even more special for me, to see you go back to your happy place. Now shush. In fact, you are not to make another sound, not even a moan, unless you need to use your safe word. Not a peep, you hear?” Victor then increased the tempo of both the clit massage and the flogging, and he resumed saying comforting and reassuring things to her.
Jazmyn was puzzled about his order to keep silent, but she soon found herself having to stifle the urges both to moan in pleasure and to yelp in pain. It was becoming more and more difficult to do so, and so she had to concentrate on being more and more submissive to her Lover. This eventually became a compelling urge to just fully and completely submit her entire being to his control, his care, his protection. As she contemplated that, she perceived herself to have reached the edge of reality, with a vast, empty space just ahead. Subspace! She then knew what she had to do. With no further hesitation she enthusiastically and fully relinquished her own will to her Lover, which enabled her to float forward beyond the edge, and… Yes! She was overcome with a sensation of total relaxation, complete bliss, absolute euphoria, and then she had no thoughts at all, just unimaginable pleasure hearing her Lover’s soothing voice and feeling his comforting touch.
Victor again could tell when she had reached subspace. It was now his job to help her to stay there, and he’d let her do that for quite a bit longer than last time, since he now had a better understanding of what was happening. He knew that he needed to keep talking to her and touching her and pleasuring her, and he kept that up for a good half an hour. Then, as he proceeded to bring her out of subspace and make her comfortable, he lovingly applied first aid cream to her tender fanny.
Jazmyn’s return to reality was much like the first time. It was a few hours later before she was able to organize her thoughts and put them into coherent words. “Victor… I’m back… It was even better than last time... Thank you…” Victor just smiled and replied, “I’m glad, baby.”
Late the next morning, Jazmyn’s mom Alyssa called her. Jazmyn was aware enough to hear it ring and see the caller ID displayed, and she answered with a very tentative and weak “Hello?” “Jazmyn, this is Mom. Are you okay?” Alyssa asked with concern in her voice. “You haven’t responded to my texts, and you sound like hell.” “Yeah, I’m okay,” Jazmyn said very unconvincingly. Alyssa thought maybe she was high or very hung over, but she proceeded to ask Jazmyn about how Victor liked his birthday dinner. Jazmyn couldn’t process her questions and didn’t respond, which made Alyssa repeat her original question with increasing concern. By then, Victor returned from a visit to the bathroom, and Jazmyn weakly held up the phone as a request for him to take over.
Victor could see that the call was from Alyssa, and said good morning to her. Alyssa then began to ask him rapid-fire questions about Jazmyn’s well-being. Victor didn’t want to tell her why Jazmyn was so wiped out, but Alyssa could tell he was dodging her questions and began to suspect he had beaten her or something. Jazmyn couldn’t understand the words, but she could hear the concern in her mother’s voice. “Tell her I was in subspace, Victor,” Jazmyn told him. He just looked at her like he didn’t think that was a good idea. Jazmyn’s tone became more insistent. “Just tell her, please,” she said.
Victor realized he had nothing to lose by being truthful. “Alyssa, Jazmyn is fine, I promise. The reason she sounds so awful is because she was in subspace last night, and she’s still recovering. Do you know what that is?” Suddenly, everything started making sense to Alyssa. “Yes; she just told me all about it yesterday, in fact.” But she wanted confirmation. “May I speak to Jazmyn again, please?” she asked Victor. He handed the phone back to Jazmyn, who then again said, “Hello?” “Jazmyn, are you recovering from being in subspace?” Alyssa asked her. “Yes, Mom,” Jazmyn replied. “And how was it?” she asked. “It was wonderful. Even better than last time,” said Jazmyn weakly, and then she sighed contentedly just thinking about it. Alyssa then asked her to give the phone back to Victor.
“Victor, I’m sorry I gave you the third degree. You seemed evasive about what was wrong with her, and subspace never even occurred to me. I, of course, began assuming the worst,” Alyssa said. “I’m sorry, too, Alyssa,” Victor replied. “I didn’t realize you already knew about Jazmyn having discovered subspace, and I didn’t want to be the one to tell you without clearing it with her first.” “Is she really okay?” Alyssa asked again, but this time much more relaxed. “As far as I can tell, yes. She’s in about the same shape she was in after the first time. Then, it took her a good 48 hours to get back to something resembling normal. It hasn’t even been 12 hours yet.”
Alyssa seemed satisfied. “Okay, then. Please take good care of her for me. Anyway, happy belated birthday. How was your dinner?” Victor became quite animated as he told her how perfect everything was and how blown away he was by the effort that had gone into it. Jazmyn smiled as she heard this. Then Victor recalled Jazmyn telling him that Alyssa had coached her. “I understand you had a role in it, too, so thank you very much for helping.” Alyssa remembered Jazmyn insisting on doing all of actual work herself. “I didn’t do anything, really. Jazmyn did all the work; I just gave her some tips about a few things she hadn’t done before.” “Well, thanks for your tips, then,” Victor replied. “You obviously taught her well.”