Have you ever heard of a “runner’s high”? It is a sort of zen-like state you reach when you’re running. You feel euphoric. You can conquer the world. Fuck, you ARE conquering the world. You lose track of time and distance and what not. All that exists is you and your feet touching the ground.
Mind is switched off and all that exists is you, your breathing and that one point you’ve got your (mental) eye fixed on.
That’s pretty similar what the Domme-space is to me.
In BDSM we hear a lot about subspace, but very little about Domspace/Dommespace, which is justweird.
Without revealing too much personal information, let me tell you a bit about myself. As you have probably guessed, I am a female Dominant. I am single and run a company, which is one of the reasons I prefer my anonimity here. Anyway, as a result I am online pretty much 24/7. Recently I had a 5-day holiday and even during that “holiday” I responded to work emails, wrote a quotation and ended up in 3 elaborate conference calls with clients. Don’t worry, I love what I do and I thrive on helping my clients and, most importantly, I choose to work in my spare time. It’s all consensual. I’m not home much, but a single gal, my life at home offers the following choices; sleep (Zzzzz….), watch tv (boring!), do household chores (that’s what subs and my appreciated cleaning lady are for) or to do some work (make money: yay!).
And that’s where BDSM, sex and running come in: in a good “session” I will completely lose myself.
BDSM, sex and running are the main things that can “disconnect” me from reality. Whether it’s called a runner’s high, Dommespace or “simply being horny as fuck”, whenever I’m engaged in one of these activities I can completely disconnect from my never-ending (mental) to-do list. I forget bills I need to pay, overdue payments I need to receive, the busy schedule next week, my friend’s daughter’s upcoming birthday, the call I have to make to grandma to check up on her health, those five emails I need to send before the end of the week, that I need to but bread, milk and eggs etc. etc. etc.
In Dommespace, all that exists is my sub and I, and in that moment I am the centre of our universe. It’s not about what others might think of what we do, their judgement is not my problem. It’s not about the endless bills and invoices that are on my desk, they can wait till whenever I attend to them. It’s not about whatever.
It is about you. And me. And us. And the wicked things I decide to do to/with you and the humiliating things I will make you do.
For a moment I may think about that formal business meeting I had earlier today, while I make you dance naked in front of me barely 6 hours after that meeting. Sure, I may worry about the bad results I have to present to my client 12 hours after I’ve left a beautiful arrangement of whip marks on your back. And yes, I do get brilliant ideas on how to write that polite fuck-you email to that one annoying client, just as I’m putting your cuffs on.
But what I don’t do is pay attention to all of that. Those are just lightning bolts going off in my head and I ignore them with ease. Because like lightning, I can’t stop these thoughts, but I can ignore them and focus on what I’m doing at that moment with you.
And then.
There it is.
When the clamps are on your nipples. The whip marks and candle wax decoratively spread out over your back. You feel as hurt, degraded and used as can be.
That’s when I look into your eyes,
and the world ceases to exist.
I see your struggle, your pain, your devotion, your faith and above all, your trust. And for a second I fall in love. With who you are to me. Who I am to you. With this moment.
All that exists now is my wickedness and your absolute trust in me that I will pick you up when you fall. Vanilla-you won’t ever admit it, but bdsm-you can’t wait to offer his asshole. Vanilla-me is slightly disgusted, but bdsm-me is already strapped and banging the fuck out of your tight ass.
You won’t let me down. I won’t let you down.
What you don’t know is that your trust in me keeps me going, your devotion makes ME push us further than I imagined.
You trust me and I will honour, respect and cherish that trust.
I see the devotion in your eyes.
For that one moment, I love you. I love me. I love the moment.
It is that moment that feels like hours, but in reality it may only take a few minutes. I see your struggle, where vanilla-you wants to curse at me and tell me to fuck off, yet bdsm-you wants to hold on, dig deeper and make me proud. Bdsm-you wins and sadistic bdsm-me laughs at the pathetic mess you’ve become.
My phone, email, contracts, mortgage, KPI’s and sales pipeline are in another universe, far, far away. They don’t exist.
This is my game, and you’re my toy. We’re playing.
And that’s all that matters.
You’re in subspace. I’m in Dommespace.
I’m that wicked witch that would scare the living sh** out of my vanilla alter ego. You’re that sub who is happily performing tasks you don’t even want to think of doing in your day-to-day life. I feel a mixture of power, victory and appreciation.
Appreciation for your trust, your devotion, your patience, for who you are, for who I can be with you. Appreciation for how you enable me to switch my mind off for a minute. Appreciation for not damaging my trust in you, as so many other men (subs and ‘nillas) have done before you.
Dear subs (you know who you are), thank you for having made the world disappear for that moment, and thank you for taking me to Dommespace.
This is an enlightening and wonderful perspective.
Left foot.
One steps.
Right foot.
Two steps.
Left foot.
Three steps.
Right foot.
Fourteen steps.
Left foot.
Thirty three steps.
Right foot.
Left foot.
Gone.
One steps.
Right foot.
Two steps.
Left foot.
Three steps.
Right foot.
Fourteen steps.
Left foot.
Thirty three steps.
Right foot.
Left foot.
Gone.
Mind is switched off and all that exists is you, your breathing and that one point you’ve got your (mental) eye fixed on.
That’s pretty similar what the Domme-space is to me.
In BDSM we hear a lot about subspace, but very little about Domspace/Dommespace, which is justweird.
Without revealing too much personal information, let me tell you a bit about myself. As you have probably guessed, I am a female Dominant. I am single and run a company, which is one of the reasons I prefer my anonimity here. Anyway, as a result I am online pretty much 24/7. Recently I had a 5-day holiday and even during that “holiday” I responded to work emails, wrote a quotation and ended up in 3 elaborate conference calls with clients. Don’t worry, I love what I do and I thrive on helping my clients and, most importantly, I choose to work in my spare time. It’s all consensual. I’m not home much, but a single gal, my life at home offers the following choices; sleep (Zzzzz….), watch tv (boring!), do household chores (that’s what subs and my appreciated cleaning lady are for) or to do some work (make money: yay!).
And that’s where BDSM, sex and running come in: in a good “session” I will completely lose myself.
BDSM, sex and running are the main things that can “disconnect” me from reality. Whether it’s called a runner’s high, Dommespace or “simply being horny as fuck”, whenever I’m engaged in one of these activities I can completely disconnect from my never-ending (mental) to-do list. I forget bills I need to pay, overdue payments I need to receive, the busy schedule next week, my friend’s daughter’s upcoming birthday, the call I have to make to grandma to check up on her health, those five emails I need to send before the end of the week, that I need to but bread, milk and eggs etc. etc. etc.
In Dommespace, all that exists is my sub and I, and in that moment I am the centre of our universe. It’s not about what others might think of what we do, their judgement is not my problem. It’s not about the endless bills and invoices that are on my desk, they can wait till whenever I attend to them. It’s not about whatever.
It is about you. And me. And us. And the wicked things I decide to do to/with you and the humiliating things I will make you do.
For a moment I may think about that formal business meeting I had earlier today, while I make you dance naked in front of me barely 6 hours after that meeting. Sure, I may worry about the bad results I have to present to my client 12 hours after I’ve left a beautiful arrangement of whip marks on your back. And yes, I do get brilliant ideas on how to write that polite fuck-you email to that one annoying client, just as I’m putting your cuffs on.
But what I don’t do is pay attention to all of that. Those are just lightning bolts going off in my head and I ignore them with ease. Because like lightning, I can’t stop these thoughts, but I can ignore them and focus on what I’m doing at that moment with you.
And then.
There it is.
When the clamps are on your nipples. The whip marks and candle wax decoratively spread out over your back. You feel as hurt, degraded and used as can be.
That’s when I look into your eyes,
and the world ceases to exist.
I see your struggle, your pain, your devotion, your faith and above all, your trust. And for a second I fall in love. With who you are to me. Who I am to you. With this moment.
All that exists now is my wickedness and your absolute trust in me that I will pick you up when you fall. Vanilla-you won’t ever admit it, but bdsm-you can’t wait to offer his asshole. Vanilla-me is slightly disgusted, but bdsm-me is already strapped and banging the fuck out of your tight ass.
You won’t let me down. I won’t let you down.
What you don’t know is that your trust in me keeps me going, your devotion makes ME push us further than I imagined.
You trust me and I will honour, respect and cherish that trust.
I see the devotion in your eyes.
For that one moment, I love you. I love me. I love the moment.
It is that moment that feels like hours, but in reality it may only take a few minutes. I see your struggle, where vanilla-you wants to curse at me and tell me to fuck off, yet bdsm-you wants to hold on, dig deeper and make me proud. Bdsm-you wins and sadistic bdsm-me laughs at the pathetic mess you’ve become.
My phone, email, contracts, mortgage, KPI’s and sales pipeline are in another universe, far, far away. They don’t exist.
This is my game, and you’re my toy. We’re playing.
And that’s all that matters.
You’re in subspace. I’m in Dommespace.
I’m that wicked witch that would scare the living sh** out of my vanilla alter ego. You’re that sub who is happily performing tasks you don’t even want to think of doing in your day-to-day life. I feel a mixture of power, victory and appreciation.
Appreciation for your trust, your devotion, your patience, for who you are, for who I can be with you. Appreciation for how you enable me to switch my mind off for a minute. Appreciation for not damaging my trust in you, as so many other men (subs and ‘nillas) have done before you.
Dear subs (you know who you are), thank you for having made the world disappear for that moment, and thank you for taking me to Dommespace.
This is an enlightening and wonderful perspective.
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