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sharkfish · 6 years

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Could you talk about what subspace feels like? I’ve never experienced it myself but I really want to. But I’m also wondering if there’s anything about it that’s been romanticized and isn’t entirely accurate. Also could you talk about subdrop and aftercare and if there are any common misconceptions about those things? Sorry this is a lot lol

ok i hate that i have to caveat this but CLEARLY i am talking about MY experience with these things, and that’s never going to cover the experiences of all people (please leave a reply or send an ask or whatever and tell us about your experiences!), and there are probably people out there who see these things as like the complete opposite i do. that’s great, that’s one of the things that drives me most nuts about kink in fic, the idea that it only works One Way.

SUBSPACE

so for me.. there’s a couple different things going on irt subspace

1) a purely physiological response, esp when there’s pain involved. i think at one point in riptides cas says it’s like being high on your own body, and that's what it feels like -- like a runner’s high, where endorphins and adrenaline and whatever (i’m not a biologist lmao) get going and you start... buzzing, flying a little.

i’m a masochist so the pain part is a good time for me, but yeah, at a certain point you definitely go to a place where you’re not even fully aware of the damage potentially being done. the dom/top should be watching out for you always but ESP in those kinds of instances, because you CAN get high enough to not recognize that it’s Time To Stop

(did a boob caning thing once that was SO FUCKING FUN and i had a great time but based on the state of my boobs the next day and seriously for weeks afterwards, the dom probably should have stopped before we did, and maybe if we knew each other better he would’ve recognized that)

2) a mental/emotional subspace

keep in mind that it’s easy for #1 and #2 to get all enmeshed together, like a circular pavlovian thing where the physiological response is triggered by #2, which makes #1 stronger, etc

you can hit a “sub”space like #1 during purely s&m scenes (and you can be a masochist without being submissive), but #2 requires you to be real subby already. this is like... if you’ve gone to a place of pure trust with this dom (which, you should not necessarily always do!), if you trust them to take control and take care of both of you, you can go kind of... pliant, malleable. dom gives a command and there’s no hesitation to obey, because you have given yourself over. sometimes this feels like “you exist only for my pleasure” and sometimes it feels like “you’re my beloved” (and sometimes it feels like both!).

this is where “good girl”-type stuff is.... happy shudder-inducing. you’re prideful of that, truly, that you’ve pleased the dom.

(note: people who are into more humiliation/degradation type stuff than i am might be having different emotional responses. I like to be be hit hard but overall like my bdsm Soft)

smt i read irt subspace in a story was kinda weird — they were hooking up for the first time and one of them went into deep subspace before they even touched. that is bizarre to me, partially because you probably shouldn’t let it go that hard the first time with someone bc of the trust factor, but also i don’t know how you can go that deep into mental subspace that fast without having built up that pavlovian response

for me, with a dom i’ve been seeing for awhile? we can be walking down the grocery store aisle and they give me that Look and i’m suddenly like… the potential burns so bright that you start to slip into it without actually doing anything, and your body reacts, too. but my kind of base personality is a people-pleaser, bringing joy to other people brings joy to me in any context.

AFTERCARE/SUBDROP

i’m going to caveat again, because i have bipolar, and i don’t know if or how that affects my experience irt emotional dropping or w/e, but your general state of mental health is important to consider!

yeah, there’s a bit of a physiological crash. all that shit racing around in you starts to dissipate and your body is TIRED and confused and… well, for me, there’s definitely an anxiety that can set in.

(haha, i’m writing a chapter about dropping right now that kinda mirrors smt that happened to me once, so here it is—) got myself a really excellent spanking, it was great. I can’t remember why but they had to leave pretty much immediately after (not maliciously) and i was like, whatever, ily, i’ll talk to you tomorrow, and then after dom was gone, i started to crash and freak out a little. we talked via text and on the phone soon afterwards and got me calmed down, but we discovered that a gentle cuddly coming down is important for me and made sure not to skip it again.

even when i’m just hooking up with people, i like to warn them that they are going to have to put up with some snuggling after they beat me up and that’s not really optional if we’re going to do this lmao. the only thing i will ever Require out of a sexual encounter. xD

so idk. I think both of these things are probably very specific to the individual and where they’re coming from, how their body/mind reacts after an emotionally and physically intense situation. for some people that’s a non-issue, and for some people it’s a big issue, and they need/want different things to work through it.

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ivesundlillies · 7 years

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Night Of The Hunted: Twenty-Nine

Due to the encouragement I have received in the last few posts, I have decided to start writing for Jared and Dresden again! The links to the previous chapters are on my main page in the top right hand corner under NOTH. (Also, please note that this particular chapter was written many months ago and not my best work. Please continue to read and review and I will only get better from here! Enjoy and a myriad of thank yous to all of you!!!!)

(after much internal debate, i have deliberately chosen not to write an explicit sex scene between Dresden and Nathan at this time. there are multiple reasons for this, the main one being that this story is about D+J and not about the side pieces that may or may not be involved. two, the scene i had in mind was quite violent (though still consensual) and i didn't want to make any new readers uncomfortable. and lastly, i have a scene in mind for them later on the story)

2 hours later

Dresden had a smirk on her face as she opened the door, stepping out into the hallway and allowing Nathan to follow before she closed the door.

"Wow" he gasped "No wonder you're so popular here, that was amazing! I mean, really incredible! I've never gone so deep with anybody else before... thank you"

"You're very welcome, Nathan" she purred, kissing him on the cheek "I enjoyed myself as well, much more than I thought I would"

He blushed. "So then, do you suppose you might- uh, maybe... want to play again? Nothing committed! Just a few play dates here and there? I'd really like to have this experience again"

"Certainly! Just let me check my calendar and see when I'm available... Now onto more important matters, would you like some ice or cream for the wounds on your back?"

The submissive shook his head, his curly hair swinging. "No thank you, I quite like feeling used after a scene- reminds me of my place"

The blonde grinned and winked at him. "In that case, I must return to the party- I'm sure Naivea is going to jump down my throat when she realizes what I've just done"

"Oh, are you spoken for?" he asked, confused "I'm sorry I didn't realize..."

"No, no nothing like that. I just got out of a very messy partnership with someone in the scene and I haven't been doing very well since, so she wanted to get my feet wet and come back to the lifestyle. I just don't think she expected me to dive in so soon and with such intensity"

"You know what they say: to get over someone it's best to get under someone else. Or in your case, on top" he quipped

She playfully raised an eyebrow. "Don't make me spank you"

"I'd love a spanking but I don't think my ass can take much more" he admitted, gingerly caressing his sore bum.

Dresden laughed. "In that case, I suggest you run along and gather your strength for our next session... I look forward to playing with you again, Nathan"

"You as well, Madame" he replied, bowing his head in respect.

For the first time in weeks, the blonde felt a lightness she hadn't experienced in a long time; the weight on her shoulders was gone and the hole in her chest was steadily filling. It wasn't love- she'd never feel that again. This was contentment, a fulfillment of some kind of duty to look after another human being and doing it well.

Dresden walked back out to the common area and was, unsurprisingly, dragged to the corner by a frantic Naivea.

"Where in the bloody hell have you been?!?" the Brit asked, frantically "It's been two hours and I haven't heard a word from you! No call, no text, no aftercare requests, no check in!"

The dominatrix yanked her arm back. "For your information, I was playing with that fellow you introduced me to. It took awhile for us to become acquainted and settle on rules before we could begin, and then we enjoyed each other's company. You know how these things work, Nai- especially for first time play."

The milk chocolate color drained from the younger woman's face. "But wha- what did he ask you to do? I mean, what happened with you guys?"

"You know damn well that I can't talk about that with you" she replied, raising and eyebrow.

"And YOU know damn well that I am just looking out for you!" her friend snapped "I know about Nathan: he is an extremist and in the worst possible sense! First, it starts out as simple play and then things get more intense; he stops using his safeword, he wants more pain, he looks to faint during scenes, he wants to bleed out during rough play, and soon that isn't even enough! He is a level 10 masochist that refuses to acknowledge boundaries! Why do you think he doesn't have an anchored dominant?"

Dresden rolled her eyes. "If he is SO bad, then why is he still a member of the club? You know damn well that O'Brien will kick out anybody that poses a threat to themselves or others. Secondly, not all submissives want an anchor- some people enjoy being floaters and not having to answer to any one person. And lastly, Ms. Nosy, what we did was perfectly in line with our set limits and rules, NOTHING compared to what Sybil and I did during the annual demo last year. You're worrying for nothing"

"So he let you do aftercare, then?" her friend challenged, crossing her arms.

The blonde rolled her eyes. "Not everyone is as needy as you, Naivea- some subs like to take care of it themselves. Now fuck off and let me enjoy this: you're killing my buzz"

Not wanting to see whatever look of hurt there may be on her younger friend's face, the businesswoman walked away in search of another drink. Rather than heading back to the bar, the blonde wandered around until she found Jasper; hoping to get a hold of him and inform him of the new developments before his baby sister could twist the truth.

"Hello, Jaz!" she exclaimed, swiping his gin and tonic and downing it before he could protest.

The taller man's eyebrows reached his hairline. "You're in a suspiciously good mood..."

"Two orgasms and a rush of endorphins will do that to you!" she replied with a smile "Your overbearing sister introduced me to a guy and we played a bit. It was almost pathetic, really, how desperate he was... But we had some fun and I'm feeling lighter than I have in weeks! In fact, I think I might just come back from 'vacation' and get back to work again."

Jasper's eyebrows somehow rose higher. "Really? How many weeks of turmoil, depression, sadness, anger, aggression and horniness magically vanish after only an hour of light play?"

"Two hours" she corrected with a grin "And it was anything but light; pretty hardcore stuff, I admit. But you know what? I figured, if I can handle that then I'm alright to head back to my usual kinky fuckery. After all, the best way to get over someone is to get on top of someone else!"

"Huh," the Brit said, gobsmacked "I'll have to meet this fellow, thank him for getting my best friend's head out of her ass"

Dresden giggled and tapped her nose, teasingly. "All in good time, my dear... Now if you'll excuse me, I need to send out a mass email to my clients informing them of my return and then I think I'll dance around a bit more. I've been cooped up for far too long!"

She gave her best friend a kiss on the cheek and then floated towards the entryway of the club, no doubt to make a few calls like she'd said. Jasper couldn't believe it; never before had his baby sister's plan worked out so well. When Naivea had explained her idea for pushing Dresden over the edge, he'd worried that it would send her into an even deeper downward spiral, he didn't think he'd get her back from that. Apparently the shock treatment was exactly what she'd needed... The dark skinned man smiled and set down his empty glass to go find and thank his sister.

Dresden was once again on the dance floor, this time enjoying herself; the blonde was waving her arms this way and that while snaking her hips to the music. She hadn't had a drink in over and hour but she still felt lit, her body still riding the high of her earlier session while the alcohol worked its way out of her system. She felt heady and she didn't want it to end: she'd missed this.

A sharp slap to her ass brought her out of her stupor and the dominatrix was ready to castrate whomever had done it until she turned around.

"Chica!"

The redhead embraced her in a tight hug. "Hey babe! Shan and I got your invitation and we thought we'd stop by for a bit; this place is amazing!"

"Isn't it?!?' the dominatrix squealed "You should see it when it's entirely open for play; there are fucking machines, public demos, play areas, everything a kinky bitch like yourself could ever dream..."

Carla gave her devious grin. "No kidding! I think between my love and I, I've become the wild one; you should have seen the look on his face when I mentioned a strap on!"

"You did not!" Dresden gasped "What did he say?"

Her friend stood up straight, creating an air of propriety. "You know a lady never shares her secrets, especially about her and her partner... but let's just say that we are using sized butt plugs to help him 'adjust' to larger things"

Both women giggled until they heard a familiar gruff voice behind them. "What's so funny?"

"Nothing" they said in unison.

Shannon raised an eyebrow in disbelief. "Sure... How you doing Dresden? Last time LaLa saw you she said you weren't well"

"I wasn't" she admitted "But I must admit, today has been a wonderfully eye opening experience! I feel like I've 'gotten my groove back', as it were. How are you? And how is Black Fuel?"

The drummer smiled, happy to find a comfortable subject. "It's doing great! You know we are adding chocolate to our line now? It could be a huge boon to the business, we're just trying to continue processing and are looking for distributors"

"You know you could sell it here" the dominatrix remarked "I mean chocolate is a staple in the BDSM community; after a scene certain chemicals in the brain drop dramatically which can result in both top and subdrop, so to combat this we give subs and tops chocolate to help level out what we are no longer getting when a scene is over. I know the owner of this place buys at least a couple of cases every month- it might be a good test subject before you decide to sell it to the public. And since it's controlled distribution, you could pull different flavors easily while also getting feedback from the people trying it. Come to think of it, you could even add coffee to the menu; we get Starbucks brought in daily but if you could get someone to brew here it might help to bring in business"

Shannon's eyes were lighting up with excitement as the new business possibilities churned in his head.

"No wonder Jared fell in love with you" he mused "You're so fucking brilliant..."

Carla elbowed him in the ribs. "Shan!"

The musician covered his mouth in embarrassment, worried he'd struck a nerve. A few hours ago he might have; Dresden would probably have cried out and ran to the ladies room to bawl her eyes out or on reflex she might have slapped him. Neither of those things happened, the dominatrix shrugged and brushed off the thoughtless comment.

"Anyway, if you're interested I can give you O'Brien's contact info" she offered "Oh, and tell him it was my idea- trust me, he'll listen to you then. I may or may not have whooped his son's ass into responsible shape before he left for college- trust me, he owes me one"

Shannon laughed and gave her polite kiss on the cheek. "Thanks, Dresden"

"No problem. Now off with both of you! It's time you experienced the spicy side of vanilla and I am in need of another drink as well as a dance partner. I'll catch up with both of you later!"

Jared lied back on his bed and took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing mind as he thought back to earlier in the day. Strangely enough, he'd liked Dr. Price- he enjoyed how she listened without being judgmental and somehow knew how to ask the appropriate questions at the right times without setting off the land mines of trauma still buried in his psyche. He'd made another appointment for later in the week, hoping that it might help him overcome the guilt he still felt about Dresden. Maybe if he could confront his demons, he'd be able to see her again and apologize without running away like a coward.

Out of sheer curiosity and residual masochism, the singer grabbed his phone and dared to look at her FaceBook. There hadn't been an update in weeks, not since he'd left her, the musician realized with a gulp. Was she still stuck in the same rut he was in? Apparently not as a new image popped up on her news feed; a black and white image of her long legs encased in lace up boots while a faceless submissive bowed at her feet. There were a multitude of tags that he didn't bother reading, too focused on the dormant yet obvious strength in her calves as she stood balances on the pencil thin heels. Who was he kidding? Dresden was doing just fine without him.

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