Apr 022011
 

Sub Space

Sub space is that state of mind and body that a sub/slave is in during a deeply involved play scene. Sub space for many is a way of separating their mind and body from their environment as the experience is processed. Sub space is a very vulnerable place to be regardless whether there is any physical danger or not and both sub/slave, Mistress/Master have to be aware of this.

 

Sub space is very similar to other trance like states which are practised under different names:- prayer, mediation, hypnosis or regression. Prayer? This may be a strange one to include when talking of trance like conditions, but prayer is the focusing of thought on a single point, individual or idea. Prayer is often accompanied by patterned behaviour or repeated actions before and during prayer. When you do a task over and over again you may find yourself singing or humming, the mind and body relaxes and in both of these instances a calmness and peace has been reached which is ‘space’.

Sub space is different for everyone, some may have triggers that start the process off i.e. seeing the equipment laid out, walking into the dungeon, the Mistresses tone of voice, a look, a whole plethora of things can start the whole process.

 

I am not going into long explanations about the different types of adrenaline or endorphins, it is enough for us to know that it is these two natural occurring chemicals that cause the ‘high’ or ‘sub space’. From this point on I can only speak of my own sub space and the stages I go through, but from having read other slaves experiences the first few steps seems to be common to all of us. The journey into subspace I believe is defined in stages.

 

stage 1

When I first contact the Mistress to request a session, stage 1 starts, the apprehension, the anticipation and a sense of fear of what She may have in store for me. The tension is usually built and enforced with a few exchanges of e mail.

In order not to detract from the experience to come I usually lock myself in a CB6000. No release until the Mistress removes the lock.

stage 2

On the day in question my journey of just over one hour gives me plenty of time for my overactive mind to try to pre-empt what might happen in the coming hours. Believe me I have never succeeded in out thinking Mistress, she is always several steps ahead of me no matter what I might imagine

This for me is stage 2 – this is when the adrenaline is coursing through my body creating the light headedness and a few butterflies as I enter her domain and close the door, my only escape behind me.

stage 3

Whatever comes next is beyond my control now, my freedom of choice left outside that closed door. I breath slowly and deeply waiting expectantly for the first touch of The Mistress

Whatever She chooses doesn’t really make a difference to me. The moment She touches me I breathe out slowly and an inner calmness takes over. The best way to describe the feeling is that of resignation – whatever the Mistress wants to do is fine – She has total control of my mind, body and soul.

For me this is stage 3 and its from this point on that I lose all sense of time, all sense of life outside the dungeon – the only thing I am aware of is the Mistresses presence and occasionally when permitted Her voice if She chooses to say something, which sometimes She does, very close to my ear, whether it be an endearment or reassurance, Her breath on my skin flows into my very being, I take that as part of Her and take it into the next stage of my journey. Always I am rewarded with the scent of her perfume.

stage 4

The session is usually well under way and pushes me to the next stage – number 4. This is where I can no longer speak, if the Mistress were to speak to me I am often unable to answer apart from a grunt or a movement of a finger. From this point on the session gets harder, my breathing changes, each touch each sensation makes me breathe more deeply inwards, another touch and my breath is still slowly releasing. I think for every sensation I breathe in and out once. I cannot hear anymore, all sound has gone, now my mind and body are disconnected but yet the connection between Mistress and myself is so intense it almost hurts, I can’t explain how, it just does!

The endorphins have well and truly kicked in and these mixing with the adrenaline creates the bodies natural barbiturate. Because of my inability to vocalise the Mistress watches the body language with extreme care, by watching carefully She will see the tell tale signs of sub space taking over completely.

 

For me I know of nothing, I am not aware anymore of what is happening, all sense of being has gone, I am in my comfort zone in peace and harmony and wrapped in a glowing warmth.

Stage 5 is complete

 

Later I come round feeling euphoric, tipsy, giggly and very very happy often feeling cold – it can take some time before I can speak properly or even move, but as soon as I am able to co-ordinate my limbs I drink plenty of water or a tea as the thirst can sometimes be incredible.

The floating feeling and euphoria lasts well into the next 24 – 36 hours, happiness and mood is at its best after sub space, but, as with anything there is a down side and this is known as ‘sub drop‘.

 

Not all my own words sadly but thanks to a website I found which in all honesty apart from a few small individualisation’s describes my experience so well

http://www.wolfshead.org.uk/slave/index1.htm

I can and do assure all of you out there I never felt this more than in the session entitled

Complete submission…… well almost!!!!

But… in looking back each session really has taken me to this place, just perhaps not with such force and determination

 

Mistress assures me it is her belief I may have visited several times, who am I to argue?

 

My first session the unknown, the uncertainty, the fear resulted in an enormous adrenaline high, a massive buzz even better than motorcycle racing

 

This was even surpassed in my first big deep sensory depravation session such a strange out of body experience my inexperience could not allow me to fathom out exactly what was going on

 

until complete submission, where I described myself as giving in

 

Now looking back in the cold light of day and finding myself searching for the understanding of the feelings I experience I now believe perhaps I understand just a little of what might be going on

 

I feel extremely fortunate to have found the Mistress and to have connected so quickly to enable each session to allow this to occur. It not always the same feeling each time, I suppose the mix of endorphins and adrenaline is different each time.

It has been described as any combination of a floating feeling, an out of body experience and even as deep as total and complete relaxation. Always it comes with an acceptance of the inevitable

 

Mistress I thank you for introducing me to this feeling of ultimate euphoria

Mar 292011
 

I had loads of fun on saturday with a chap who is keen to experience as many aspects of sexuality as its posible to do. Admiration for his honesty and bravery to explore the depths of his own mind, an open mind keen to absorb as many sensations and adventures as its posible to do.

Anyway he was lucky enough to experience the double delights that Mistress Natasha and Myself had to offer him which included his first taste of cock – which he proclaims is so much better than strap on due to the angle, movements and closeness involved.

The testicles received some attention as  they were locked in a metal clamp, spiked, stroked and played with while their usual keeper found himself totally immobile and unable to reach them in any way.

 

I also had the oportunity to stretch his anal Mistress slot with a shiny metal speculum opening him up wider with each turn of the screw enabling Me to insert a variety of items inside him and examine him intimately. A lovely view of the inner anus!

 

The pleasure he felt from the ball play and sensations has prompted him to request another session to explore CBT fully – I can’t wait to have him bound down to the CBT chair, deprived of sight and sound and get to work with all My tools until his head spins!

Mar 172011
 
Following on from my last visit to the Mistress it took a number of days to finally sink back to my normal world, surely a confirmation of the Mistresses ability to control the levels to which you might be fortunate enough to soar, Mistress permitting of course. 
I suspect that why she delights in securing the poor unfortunate in such a way as to seriously impair any such soaring?
Those of you who know the Mistress know all too well no such confirmation is needed.
 
The reason for the prolonged return to normality I suspect was in part from her blog which I find myself turning to at least once daily. There may well be things slaves have never considered before? I suspect many of us are deeply ensconced in our own little worlds? You are really recommended to open your minds and to reach out, there might be something else out there you might like, or not as the case may be. Regardless of your own feelings and wants I don’t doubt for one moment that one day if she desires Mistress Beth will be taking you there.
 
So I found myself once again taking the bait, so carefully placed by the Mistress, she just knew I would never resist. I am sure I am not alone
 
The day after my session Mistress typed
I want one of these……
 
Google is a great tool, not quite as good as the one Mistress had pointed to, not quite so err……  hurtful and scary
An way moments later a few e mails pass and the tool the Mistress desires is on its way
 
There then followed
Weekend jobs……
 
how disappointing so few of you out there felt compelled to offer your services for Mistress Beth? She is after all  guaranteed not to permit a hard days work go unrewarded.
I would have volunteered myself ….but   At the moment  you see, I have this bone in my leg
 
Next came
Sensory deprivation – what effect does it have on you?
 
Those of you familiar with the comings and going of the Mistresses blog will know I am sure exactly where I sit on that one? I don’t think I need say more.
 
Then
Stockings? Hold ups or suspenders?
Ahhhh a subject so dear to my heart
Stockings every time for me if it pleases the Mistress
Each has their own merit and indeed each is completely different
 
I duly submitted my views
The Mistress graced me with her reply
 
“I think you should purchase a multi strap suspender belt in a size suitable to clad your own hips – tightly – as I shall be progressing along that road as soon as”
 
Now never ever would I dare to point out that my comments have seemingly been taking out of context or worse perhaps twisted or misunderstood
 
But I meant for the Mistress to wear NOT ME ooohh errr me and my big mouth
 
So another item is acquired a beautiful new suspender belt and of course a few pairs of stockings for the Mistresses amusement. Nice wide straps and of course lots of them, not one of these modern looking cant really do the job styles.
 
Which brings me to my most recent venture into Mistress Beths darkened web
 
My experience usually start with a few passing e mails which I do assure you really helps to set the scene. By the time it comes for me to journey to present myself at her chambers my wild imagination is already well and truly in hyperdrive, the butterflies and shakes of wanton expectancy are very present. Once the date is set I innevitably lock myself into my CB6000 release from which is only when and if the Mistress decides.
 
I duly presented myself bearing gifts as usual in the misguided hope that Mistress might look favourably upon me and give me an easy time.
Save your money slaves Mistress appears to be insensitive to slaves bearing gifts
 
Once in her chambers and duly invited to strip Mistress quite surprised me by releasing my CB600 immediately and informing me that this would be a completely different session to previous. This time she informed me I would be able to see what was coming…?
 
Mistress immediately made me comfortable in her torture chamber, well if you can call it comfortable, arms cuffed to the side, legs spread wide and tied at ankles to the “seat” that was offered. Next a little red rope was used to secure my thighs to the chair and another to ensure I didn’t slump forwards and fall off. Mistress really takes this Elf and safety seriously. As she has pointed out before nothing worse than a “slight accident” resulting in unplanned pain to her slave. After all where would Mistresses pleasure be then?
 
Mistress sat before me and pulled her little table of “interesting implements of torture” over
The first items to be selected were….. little molegrips ohhhh my goood nooooooo please
without further ado both my nipples had nice shiny engineering type adornments
 
Some one said in one of her blogs 1001 uses?
Never thought of molegrips and that one?
 
Mistress next delighted in showing me some twisted spiral contraption which I was in no doubt would soon find itself painfully attached to my body. My poor cock and balls were soon trapped within the shiny twisted coil of steel,  er sorry The Mistresses cock and balls since of course I no longer had any say. The whole unpleasant experience took a little time but finally her fiddling stopped and I breathed a sigh of relief. Sadly short-lived as she now used another pair of molegrips to ensure my poor contained cock had nowhere to go.
 
Being able to see and sitting in view of a mirror Mistress seemed to delight in this new found fear that she could utilise to her benefit as I remained unable to object.
 
For me personally the fact that I witnessed what was to come had me on that elevated plain so quickly. We have all had needles at the doctors? How many of us delight in watching? I know I don’t
 
Mistress next delighted in fitting a steel CB with integral sound, she was not going to fail in this decision. My discomfort mattered not and with the use of her trusty molegrips I was once again secured to her satisfaction
 
It wasn’t long however before Mistress took pity upon me and decided to remove both sight and sound utilising a most awesome bondage hood. What happened next and for how long I really cant recall other than the previously promised “box of tricks” seemingly came into play. I was taken on a journey of pleasure and pain and more so a journey of heightened expectancy which had me quite literally shaking uncontrollably wondering where and when the next onslaught might be.  I experienced electrical play ranging from tease to torment to torture at times feeling like red hot needles were being inserted. Frequently during this time I was taken away from it all with a most expertly conducted breathplay session which had me so removed at times my situation was no longer a concern.
Blinded now with all remaining senses on overload I was occasionally reminded of the presence of the Mistress as she brushed against me adjusting this or that, the feel of her stockings on my thigh, of her breasts on my chest as she reached above me more importantly the sweet smell of her perfume whenever she approached close enough.
Each session with Mistress never fails to provide some new experience.
This session did just that.
 
Some where in the midst of all of this Mistress finally had her way and I want one of these…… was finally a reality, it appears I had one of those although I must admit to being unaware, the pictures are testament to its use and the way it found itself part of the Mistresses electrical play
and all the time I was in overload from the various sensations I was subjected to, teased with all manner of items, some good some not so good some downright evil and quite painful. Yet in the darkness and silence I endured, imagining that face before me, the Mistress clad in a latex dress and corset laughing at my discomfort. The Mistress in her element playing and gaining pleasure from whatever entered her mind.
 
The highs and lows of intense electrical play added with the isolation and breathplay had me once more in tears. Tears of joy or of pain who knows.
Would I go there again?
Not for me to say that is the Mistresses decision.
 
Soon I felt her releasing my bonds. My how time flies.
But I remained in darkness and silence as she led me into her other room
Here I found my wristcuffs clipped to the overhead rail and now unable to move she teased and tormented once more
her hands running all over my body
Mistress teased and tormented before I felt something fastened around my waist and quickly followed by rolling something smooth up my legs
 
Suddenly bright lights, no its not Gremlins I can be fed after midnight and water doesn’t do nasty things, but my eyesight was restored and I gazed upon my suspended form in the mirror before me wearing yes….. black nylon stockings and that damned suspender belt. How misunderstood can a slave be?
 
The last thing I saw was the Mistress returning to her helplessly suspended slave holding a vibrator which was quickly put to use, how pleasurable? But as many will know with pleasure inevitably comes pain and when it was applied to the metal in the end of my poor cock it was transmitted like fire through my body.
 
I was quickly plunged back into darkness and tormented with the vibrator further. I felt her body pressed closely to my back her hands grasping my penis and that damned vibrator. Then an entirely new sensation, I believed it to be a latex clad finger tracing from between my legs reaching forward to my cock and balls and slowly teasing its way back to my waist, teasing and tormenting. But no it was vibrating? At first shock mellowing with the sensations to quite pleasurable, was this a new side to the Mistress I had not yet experienced? Smooth and sensual  Then something pressing firmly at my tightly puckered anus. Now I have to admit to never having been one for anal pleasures but the pressure was relentless and inevitably I succumbed. The Mistress now able to take full delight in stimulating me front and rear simultaneously. I lost count how many times I slumped in those cuffs, chained as I was to the ceiling.
 
Once again this slave feels most honoured and privileged to be the attention of his Mistress for but a few hours
 
Any of you out there reading this feel inspired?
 
I urge you, contact Mistress Beth,
 
I guarantee you will not be disappointed
 
Your most humbled servant
Azu