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I shivered.
Curled my toes.
I was so close. I was right there.
Right on the fucking edge.
 
Not yet.
I eased back on my clit.
Lifted the fingers to my lips.
Tasted them.
Oh, God, I can't wait.

Opening my eyes, I typed in to the IM screen.
"AFK for a few."

Even before I hit send, I was standing from my chair. As soon as I sent the message, I stepped over to my bed, not bothering with the covers.

My underwear came off. I shivered from the cooler air under my ceiling fan. Lying back, I couldn't decide if I wanted to start over or to keep going.

Daniel's waiting.
And he'd still be waiting regardless of what I did. But my body couldn't, and given how much my one shoulder burned, neither could my arm.

Getting as comfortable as I could, I closed my eyes, trying to pick up the same mental image as before. I envisioned Daniel positioning himself between my legs.
His tongue on my clit.

I whimpered and sucked in a breath as I circled my clit once more. Like before, my free hand was on my breast.
Pinching.
Tugging.
Pulling.

I squeezed my eyes tight, closing away the rest of the world. Nothing else mattered outside of what was happening right now. Hand on my breast.
Fingers sliding between my pussy lips.
Daniel's kiss.

My eyes shot open, but he wasn't there. The sound of a new IM from Daniel caught my attention.
It can wait.
He'd made me wait earlier.
But he knows you're sitting at the computer.
He thinks I am.

Knowing I was close, I settled back down on the bed. I thrust my hips away from the mattress, leaving them to do most of the work. I trembled each time my fingertips hovered past my clit. My breath caught when one, two fingers slipped inside my pussy.

Hooking my fingers, I applied pressure to my G-spot, pressing my palm against my clit. My clit was so
hard,
I knew it wouldn't take long. The IM screen beeped somewhere outside my subconscious, but just as quickly as I'd heard it, it was gone.

My hips thrust even faster.
Harder.
White specks crowded my vision. I sucked in a lungful of air.
Held it.
Come on.
I was right there. All it would take was one perfectly timed thrust, and my world would shatter into eternal bliss.

"Fuck. I'm gonna—"

I tensed.
Faltered.
Picked up the pace again.
My mind went blank. My surroundings darkened. I couldn't hear a damned thing. All I did was
feel
. And I felt it all.
The buildup.
The pulse of my pussy against my fingers.
A hand squeezing my breast, followed by the strong release.

Exhaling, I lay there for what felt like minutes, even though I was sure no more than thirty seconds had passed. I was lightheaded, and it took me a moment to ground myself and figure out where I was. My hearing came shortly after that, to which I picked up the sound of Daniel IMing me again.

Shit. Daniel.

Scrambling off the bed, I gathered my clothes off the floor and pulled them on before sitting back down. My arm was still a little shaky. My vision was blurred.
Good thing you know how to use a keyboard.
Putting my fingers on the home row keys, I sent a reply to the messages I had yet to read.

"Sorry.
Had to go downstairs for a drink."
Yeah, like that takes a full five minutes.
Too late now.

Rubbing at my eyes, I tried to steady my hands as I read over Daniel's last message.

"I use the same safe words for all of my subs. These words have been engraved into my mind, and I'm programmed to stop as soon as one of them is used. They're intended for her protection, and shouldn't be used lightly. Some people outside this lifestyle think Doms have all the control, but it's the subs
who
do. One safe word and a scene stops. No questions asked. No judgment. Not from me anyway. Aftercare is then addressed, and if the Dom feels the sub's okay to continue, they'll do so.
But not until the Dom checks in with them.
And only if the sub's
comforta
—"
the end of his first message got cut off thanks to the IM program we were using.

Limiting the amount of characters in any given IM was a royal pain in my ass, especially when it came to my sessions. I either had to keep my replies short and sweet, or break them up in to smaller chunks. Daniel continued his lesson on safe words while I was away from the computer.

"...comfortable.
The words I'm going to use are easy to follow.
Red, Yellow and Green.
Green is rarely used. This means everything's fine and that the Dom should keep going. In most cases, those in a D/s relationship drop the Green word since it can sometimes ruin the sub's concentration on the scene. Yellow's used if a sub needs a breather, wants the Dom to slow down or has to change positions. Yellow's also used if she has to use the restroom. Red is to stop.
Immediately.
The faster I can respond to this safe word, the better. Red means something is very, very wrong."
This time he made sure to cut the message off before the program could do it for him.
"
It can range from the flicker of a flashback, a trigger, or I may have even hurt her somehow. Anytime a sub feels she's in any kind of danger, this is the word to use.
Questions?"

After reading through his lesson, there was one question that immediately came to mind.
"Has a sub ever used red with you?"

"Once, but it had nothing to do with our scene. She couldn't breathe, and when I got her to sit down, we realized she was having an allergic reaction from dinner. It was something she'd eaten before, but we still had no idea what caused it. After that, we decided not to play for at least an hour after eating to see if it would happen again."

"And did it?"

"No. She was fine after that. We'd ordered takeout, so it could've been that something got mixed in with her food. Still, she used the word as it was intended. She was facing away from me, so all I noticed was her body tensing—which in BDSM can mean just about anything. I was getting ready to ask her if everything was okay when she said red. Had she been facing me, I would've been able to see her reacting before she'd asked me to stop."

"I just thought of something."
I licked my lips and tried to find the right words.
"Bondage has a lot to do with most BDSM couples. If a sub's bound and gagged, how can she use safe words?"

"In most cases, a Dom will give his sub something to hold on to. If she drops the item, play stops. Even if she drops it by accident or because she's too far into subspace to notice."

"That's another thing I was wondering about. From what I've read, subspace happens when a sub loses almost every sensation aside from pleasure. But if that's true, can a sub use safe words during that time?"

"That's only half true. Subspace can sometimes be described as a freeing sensation. A sub’s reactions will become delayed, and in most cases, cognitive skills are completely out of their control. This is why a lot of Doms will use a
Saint Andrews
cross, or have their sub supported some other way. As for your question, it depends. A lot of Doms can read when their subs enter subspace, and for the more experienced, they know just how hard to push and when to back off. I have a habit of talking to my subs, even when she's in subspace, just to keep her alert."

I nodded, if only to myself. Much like what Daniel had said, some of my clients had described subspace as an emptying of their minds. A slight tingle followed by nothing. Almost like their minds just go blank. And that alone was enough to intrigue me even more. I’d never been able to turn off my brain, not even when I was trying to sleep. I’d almost doze off when a thought or idea would pop into my head—usually pertaining to one of my clients. This of course meant getting up, rifling around for that client’s file and jotting down my notes before trying yet again to fall asleep.

It wouldn’t take long for the process to repeat itself. So, if Daniel could get me to turn off my mind, even for a little while, I’d be amazed.

"Everything okay?"
Daniel asked.
"You got quiet,"
he added after a moment or two.

"Yeah, just thinking."

"About?"

How I can't wait until next week. "You're right.
Reading
about the lifestyle and living it are very different."

"Well, you haven't exactly lived the lifestyle yet, but you'll get there. Are you sure you want to jump into it so soon?"

"In all honesty, I'm afraid I'll chicken out if I wait much longer."
At least that much was true. Even now, I was only doing this because it meant getting to know a little more about Daniel. And while he went over these lessons with me night after night, he'd made a conscious effort to keep himself out of the equation.

"There's something I need you to do before next week,"
Daniel said.

"What's that?"

"I'm sending you something. You should get it tomorrow. Follow the instructions, and we'll talk about it later in the evening. This is so we can have you ready for a few things before we play. This will also give you an idea of what to expect, and if you still feel this slight hesitation, we can put it off for another time."

"Wait. You don't even know my address."

"No, but the Yellow Pages does."
I was about to ask him how he knew the Julia he was sending it to was me when he said,
"Besides, I know people."

Ignoring the mystery for now, I couldn't help smiling.
"Sending gifts already?"
I teased.

"Let's just say you're borrowing them."

"I hope you’re not sending me a kitten. I’m allergic to cute, and you probably won’t get it back."

"No kittens.
Nothing that requires me to make air holes.
That said
,
are you going to be around tomorrow?"

Like he had to ask!
"Should be."

"Bring it in as soon as you get it. I'll try and be on earlier in the evening so we have a little more time than we did tonight."

"With or without interruptions?"

"Without.
I've made sure of it."
He used one of the IM's emotes at the end of his message that reminded me of Kermit the Frog—his little mark before saying goodnight.

I bit my lip. He made sure of it? What didn't he want interrupted?

"Talk to you then."

My hands shook, but I still managed to send a coherent reply.
"Until then."

I blinked at the chat window, expecting him to say more. Instead, the screen offered one final message.

Daniel logged off at 9:36 PM.

No sense in staying awake now.
The sooner I got to sleep, the sooner tomorrow would come.
If you can sleep.
Knowing me, I'd be up all night thinking about how much of a tease Daniel was and the mystery box I had coming in the morning.

 

 

 

Chapter Three

 

Keeping my mind focused on my other clients was close to impossible after my chat with Daniel the night before. I kept looking back on what he'd said about subspace. The idea of my mind going blank still intrigued me, but it was also somewhat worrisome. What did I have if not my thoughts?
My awareness?

It's the same concern that kept me from becoming a heavy drinker. The possibility of not knowing where I was, who I was with or what I was doing made my teeth ache. And while the subs I'd had sessions with said subspace isn’t the same thing, it still bothered me. I wanted it, but what if I didn't remember it? How much time passed between subspace and my coming out of it?

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