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Click heremy nipples ache,
with longing? or pain?
as i recall
remember
relive again
that day.
i had no clue
what to expect
of You.
of us.
this.
and so i read a bit
on lit.com
and Googled things
like ... subspace.
scared the shit out of myself!
that's where prisoners of war go
when they're tortured,
i said.
You laughed
and i trusted You.
i almost turned around
two exits away, but my car broke down.
You came and rescued me
and Your voice was like a magnet
sweet and calling
calling me.
it will be all right, You said.
and i believed.
at first glance i leaned over
and You plunged Your tongue
into my soul, Hands pulling me close
and i knew You had me
i clung,
unable to let go.
the room was cool and as i knelt
before You
forgetting the words
You pulled me into Your lap,
rescued me again,
this time from Yourself.
slapped my ass
and we were on our way.
now i study the bruises on my breasts.
hips purpled in splotches
and my butt's still red
with the marks
of Your hands.
i wonder, where's the pain?
i swallowed it and let it flow through my cunt
like You directed.
i obeyed.
breathe, count, exhale, release.
relax.
You poked and probed, pinched and buzzed and tugged
and when You finally pushed me
as far as i could go
i fell over the edge
spiraling downward
wanting more before
i hit
the ground.
but You caught me.
rescued me again.
Wrapped me in Your arms
soothed whimpers
stilled the ache
and told me
i'm Your girl.
so where's the pain
i wonder, nipples aching
with the memory.
maybe i left it in subspace?
azulie verde
nice job! Keep them coming and keep me cumming! I still have my eye on you.
romantic. i love it, and as a sub myself i fully understand how you feel. great poem, i think you captured that new subspace feeling.
If I was not there, I could not believe the depth from which your words come. I am so proud of My girl. your talents are many, your limits few. We have much to explore, we have much to do. I will always be here to catch you. It's what a Master does. I pray others find the truth in your verse, and appreciate the beauty of your soul, as I have.