Subspace

by Sierra Cartwright

  “Please. Oh, Sir, your cock feels so good. Please let me come.”

  For a long time, he didn’t respond. Mindlessly, needfully, she continued to beg.

  “Come now.”

  “Thank you, Sir!” Her entire body shuddered as she orgasmed.

  He held her through the ripples that assailed her.

  Then, finally, when she was able to think again, he leant forward and gently bit her shoulder.

  She shuddered.

  She’d never been with a man who’d satisfied her so completely.

  She’d been wondering if she’d survive the weekend. Now she was wondering how she’d survive when she no longer had him—this—in her life.

  Master Rafael slowly withdrew his cock.

  With great care he patted her pussy dry with a small towel before disposing of his condom. In her experience it was unusual for a man to see to her before himself.

  “You’ll want to freshen up before dinner. Follow me.”

  How he could go from the intimacy of sex to regular life so quickly surprised her.

  Obviously completely comfortable with nudity and unconcerned with Master Eric’s presence, he didn’t dress before leaving the room. His penis was mostly flaccid, but still impressive.

  She crawled behind him as he led the way to what she assumed was the master suite. A king-sized bed dominated the space. A pillow and blanket were on the floor at the foot of the bed. Maybe he had been serious about making her sleep on the floor if she misbehaved. The very idea inspired obedience.

  “The bathroom is through there.” He pointed to the right. “You’ll find towels and washcloths in the linen closet. Soap and shampoo are on the counter. You should find everything you need.”

  “Uhm…?”

  “Yes?”

  “What about my cosmetics?”

  “I won’t permit cosmetics. I want you stripped bare. No hiding. No artifice.”

  She blinked. She’d started wearing makeup when she was twelve. Her parents had forbidden it, so she’d bought some with her babysitting money and kept it in her locker at school. Now this man was telling her she wasn’t even allowed mascara or foundation to disguise some of her blemishes?

  “There’s a razor in the shower. Freshen up and shave your pubic hair. I want you completely bare. Pull back your labia and shave the inside of your pussy lips. Don’t keep us waiting. You’ve got five minutes.”

  He started to leave.

  “Sir?”

  He paused at the entrance to the door and turned back to face her.

  The way he’d taken her changed her perspective on events. “I wanted to apologise again for my earlier misbehaviour. I…”

  He raised a hand. “Once you’ve been properly punished, once I’m confident you’ve recognised your error, we move on. No more apologies. It won’t be mentioned again. ”

  “I…” That was so unlike anything she’d experienced. Her last boyfriend would continue to hold every little mistake against her. Every new argument had included a rehashing of all her previous transgressions. “Thank you, Sir.”

  “Five minutes.”

  She wasn’t sure if she had to crawl when he wasn’t watching, but she didn’t want to take any chances of screwing up again. His retribution was swift and harsh. She’d meant it when she said she’d learnt her lesson.

  She crawled across the bedroom, grateful for the blessing of carpet. Now she understood what he meant about kneeling on the rug being a privilege.

  Lindsey hurried through her shower. He’d provided only unscented shampoo, soap and shave cream. She hadn’t realised until this moment how important those things were to her and to her feelings of femininity.

  For the first time in her life, she shaved off all her pubic hair. It took considerably longer than she thought it should have.

  When she was done, her mound felt more pronounced, more exposed.

  No doubt this man knew how to make her feel like a sub rather than a dabbler.

  It was probably closer to ten minutes when she crawled into the gorgeous, gourmet’s delight kitchen. There were double ovens, a six-burner cooktop, slate floors, granite countertops and more soaring windows.

  Master Eric was entering the kitchen through the sliding glass door that led to a deck. He carried a platter of steaks. Master Rafael, once again fully dressed and still looking like a pirate, stood near the stainless steel refrigerator, a glass of red wine in hand.

  “Cabernet?” he offered.

  She enjoyed a glass of wine almost every night before she went to bed and was nearly salivating at the idea. “I’m allowed to drink?”

  “One glass. Enough to relax, not enough to catch much of a buzz. I want you fully conscious of everything happening. Present your shaved pussy for inspection.”

  “Sir?”

  “Lie down on the floor, part your legs, lift your pelvis and keep your hands behind your neck.”

  She knew better than to question him. The position was obscene, and the damn slate floor was terrifically uncomfortable.

  He held his wineglass in his left hand and crouched between her legs.

  A blush worked its way up her face. Master Eric carried the platter to the table, continuing to work as if there were nothing unusual about a woman with a bald pussy spread out on the kitchen floor.

  “First time you have been bare?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “How do you like it?”

  “It feels strange. But I think I do like it.”

  “I like the way it looks. And I like the fact the soap is unscented. That way it doesn’t disguise your smell.”

  Her flush became deeper.

  He ran his finger up the inside each of her pussy lips. He nodded and stood. “You may join us at the table.”

  By the time she got off the floor and crawled to the vacant chair at the far side of the table, both men were already seated.

  Master Eric—at least she assumed it was Master Eric—had set the table with linen napkins and placemats. This was definitely not what she’d expected when joining two bachelors for the weekend.

  The situation was bizarre enough to be surreal.

  She was having dinner with two gorgeous, fully dressed men while she was naked, devoid of makeup and pubic hair.

  Master Rafael poured her a glass of wine and then passed the salad bowl.

  Since she was unsure what the evening held, she ate and drank sparingly. Master Eric had cooked her steak to a perfect medium rare. The salad was crisp. The wine was full-bodied, woodsy, definitely to her liking. The few sips she indulged in relaxed her a little, enough to be aware that her pussy was throbbing.

  This was the experience of a lifetime. She wouldn’t have missed it for anything.

  “How would you like to show Master Eric your appreciation for the meal?”

  Because she was relaxed and because she was horny, she spoke without thinking. “By sucking his cock.”

  Both men looked at her. Master Rafael’s brows drew together. Master Eric smiled.

  She took a quick gulp of wine. “I mean, by sucking his cock, Sir.”

  Chapter Four

  Maybe he should let her have wine with every meal.

  Rafael instructed her to go to the great room and wait while he and Eric cleaned the kitchen.

  “Are you still sorry you agreed to offer your services as a Dom?” Eric asked while putting away the salad.

  “She’s not what I expected.”

  “I take it that’s a good thing.”

  Rafael nodded. He had second thoughts about having fucked her. He could generally screw a sub and walk away. But because of her genuine responsiveness, he found her unique. He appreciated her. He knew that to her it wasn’t just about getting off. She wanted him.

  “Thought you were jaded.”

  “I was. I still am.”

  “Sell that story to someone else. I saw the way you looked at her while we ate. Are you considering keeping her, or can I have her when you’re done?”r />
  “Fuck off.”

  “Possessive much?” Eric saluted Rafael with his wine glass then drained the last drop. “I’m happy to leave anytime.”

  “I want you to stay.”

  He grinned. “I was hoping you’d say that.”

  “You would. You’re the one getting your dick sucked.”

  “Yeah. It’s good to be me.”

  Five minutes later, the kitchen was clean, the bottle of Cabernet was empty and the moon had risen in a black, star-filled night. In the distance, a coyote howled. A warm and willing sub waited in the great room. If the scent of her was anything to go by, she was already wet for them. If life got better, he wasn’t sure how.

  She had knelt on the floor, not on the rug. She was presented properly. He expected her to fidget but she didn’t. He couldn’t be more pleased.

  He turned on a few lamps.

  The only sound was her gentle breaths. As he moved around, he noticed her staring straight ahead, as if in a trance.

  Whatever she was thinking, she had at least some of the skill set to reach subspace.

  “How sore are your nipples, sub?”

  She blinked. “Are you going to clamp them again, Sir?”

  He dug his hand in her hair and viciously pulled back her head, forcing her to look at him. He wouldn’t relent on the discipline just because he’d had his dick balls-deep in her cunt. “Answer the question.”

  “Tender, Sir, more than sore.”

  He nodded at Eric.

  Eric went to the playroom and Rafael lifted up her breasts. He cupped them and pinched the nipples. He released her almost instantly, trying to create a cascade of sensation inside her. He repeated the motions many times in quick succession until she was working with him, leaning in and then pulling back when he released her.

  Eric returned with a pair of tweezer clamps. Rafael attached the rubber-tipped ends to her nipples. She groaned. He knew the sound was more one of pleasure than pain.

  He truly could not have been more delighted with his temporary sub. Her arrival was a hell of a way to brighten his weekend.

  Eric undressed. Unlike Rafael, who tended to be untidy, Eric stuffed his socks inside his tennis shoes then folded his boxers and jeans and placed both on top of his shoes. He hung his shirt from a chair. When he was done, he had a neat pile that he slid beneath an end table. At least one of them had remembered something from their army days.

  Rafael moved aside so Eric could stand in front of Lindsey. His friend’s dick jutted out, thick and hard, with a drop of jism already leaking from the tip.

  “Express your appreciation to Master Eric.”

  “May I touch you, Sir?” she asked Master Eric. “Lick you?”

  Although the questions had been addressed to Eric, Rafael’s cock hardened. He wanted to be inside her, pounding her pussy as she begged for release.

  “Are you good at giving head?” Eric asked.

  “I’ll let you decide, Sir. I’m sure you’re happy to tell me what you like.”

  Clever little sub. She could be the world’s worst cocksucker, but her brilliant smile and invited guidance would more than make up for it.

  Eric grasped the chain of her clamps and draped it over his cock. Anytime either of them moved, the chain would be yanked. In addition to keeping her aroused, Eric also effectively limited how far she would pull back since it would cause her pain. He admired his friend’s trick. He’d be trying it himself.

  She looked up at Eric and licked the underside of his cock. The man moaned. She smiled. What Rafael wouldn’t give to have that look directed towards him.

  She curled a hand around his friend’s girth and lowered her head again, sucking him deep into her mouth.

  Eric arched his back, and that movement pulled against the chain on her nipples.

  During his time in the army, Rafael had been considered restrained. But watching this, his sub sucking his fellow Dom’s dick, might be beyond him.

  He unzipped his fly and jacked off as he watched.

  Her head bobbed; her nipples were stretched. She groaned. And he noticed her hand start to work its way lower.

  “Do not touch yourself,” Rafael warned.

  Eric grabbed her head. “If you need something to do with your other hand, try holding my balls.”

  “Touch yourself only with permission while you’re in my home. Some Doms want your fingers in your cunt. I don’t,” Master Rafael instructed.

  She nodded, looking at Rafael rather than Eric. Like a good girl, she hadn’t opened her mouth. Her green eyes were wide, expressive, apologetic, as they should be.

  “We’ll let that one go,” he told her. “We weren’t specific in that instruction.”

  He read gratitude in her gaze.

  He’d never let her know how powerful that look was. He’d grab a star and give it to her, if she wanted it.

  “Suck me off, sub.” Eric’s normally friendly voice was rough with demand.

  Rafael marvelled at his friend’s restraint. Rafael would have pounded hiscockhead against the back of her throat before now.

  She enthusiastically got back to work, drawing Eric deeper. She stroked his shaft with one hand and cupped his balls with the other.

  Rafael continued to masturbate.

  Eric grunted, holding her head in place and thrusting his hips forward as he ejaculated.

  Rafael stopped himself short of shooting his own load.

  To her credit, she swallowed every last bit of Eric’s cum.

  Rafael stuffed his throbbing dick back inside his jeans and gingerly pulled up the zipper. Now he was thinking it wasn’t such a good idea to have gone commando.

  She returned to her kneeling position without being prompted.

  “I think it’s time we beat our little submissive,” Rafael said.

  * * * *

  Her reward for giving Master Eric head was a beating? What the hell… “Sir?”

  “Lead the way to the playroom,” Master Rafael ordered. “I want to watch your ass sway as you crawl. Make me enjoy the view.”

  These two men were erotic connoisseurs.

  Not for the first time, she wondered if she’d survive the experience. Feeling her face heat, she started towards the back of the house.

  “Work it,” Master Rafael snapped.

  He added a smart smack to her left buttock.

  She winced. The man didn’t give light slaps.

  More embarrassed than she’d ever been, she exaggerated the side-to-side motion of her hips and breasts as she crawled into the playroom.

  “Nice. I can’t wait to fuck you again.”

  She couldn’t wait, either. Feeling greedy, she wanted more.

  Once she was in the playroom, she knelt up and waited for further instructions.

  “On the cross,” he told her. “Facing it this time.”

  “Yes, Sir.” Knowing she was here to be beaten, she found the structure a bit more intimidating than she had earlier.

  She lifted her arms and spread her legs as far as they would go. Obviously that wasn’t good enough for Master Rafael. He used his booted foot to move her leg towards the outside of the cross.

  Master Eric secured her wrists while Master Rafael restrained her ankles.

  Master Rafael moved to the other side of the structure. With his thumb and forefinger, he captured her chin. She already knew this meant he was very serious and wanted her to understand exactly what he was saying.

  “You’re not being punished,” Master Rafael explained. “This is your first exploration of what subspace might be like. It’s doubtful you’ll orgasm, but if you do, there will be no retribution. Don’t fight it. You won’t be gagged, so if there’s something more you want, ask for it. If you’re in real pain, let me know. Master Eric will watch you.”

  She cleared her throat. She was trying to be brave. After all, this was why she’d travelled eight hundred miles. “I understand, Sir.”

  “Are you scared?”

  “More n
ervous than scared, Sir.” she admitted.

  “You’ve been punished, hard. Was it more than you could bear?”

  “No. No, Sir, it wasn’t.”

  “This will not be close to what you’ve already endured.”

  “Then let’s get on with it, Sir.”

  He grinned, making him seem way less threatening. “That’s my girl.”

  The approval in his dark brown eyes nearly undid her. She wanted to please this man.

  “When I find something I think works, I will keep the location and force of the blows essentially unchanged. I’ll be beating your shoulders, back and buttocks. I want you to relax and let go. Any questions?”

  “I trust you, Sir.”

  Despite the fear uncurling in her stomach, she trusted him. Everything he promised to do, he did. He told her what to expect. He hadn’t taken her past where she could go.

  “I’m going to start with my hand. Once I have your blood flowing a bit, I’ll switch to the flogger. I’ll begin with a few different, but light strokes.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He squeezed her chin.. Still holding her, he swept his forefinger across her cheek. She turned her head into his touch. He smiled before releasing her.

  Master Eric took his place.

  She imagined Master Rafael was selecting a flogger from the pegboard. His playroom intimidated her. She didn’t recognise all the things hanging from the walls. And God only knew what he had in the cupboards and drawers.

  The sound of his footfall told her he’d returned.

  He skimmed his fingers down her spine.

  Her skin felt dewy from perspiration, despite the cool night air, so she knew it was a betrayal of nerves, nothing else.

  As he continued to stroke her, she began to relax.

  “I’d like you to look at me as much as possible,” Master Eric told her.

  She nodded.

  Master Rafael rubbed her buttocks, gently, then a bit more vigorously.

  She shifted in her bonds and moaned her approval. “I like it, Sir.”

  He delivered a few open-handed spanks to her derriere.

  Because she was already so sensitive, the smacks were enough to make her juices flow.

  He increased the intensity. He struck her on the back, on the buttocks, on the shoulders.