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I don’t remember exactly when I started to fear him and need him at the same time. It just happened at some point. This mixture of nervousness, heat, and the feeling that I just function when he’s in the room.
I stood in front of his door and felt sick with excitement. Not in a negative way—more like, “I know what’s coming, and I want it, but damn, it makes my knees weak.”
He opened the door. Not a word too many. Just that look that went right through me.
“Come in.”
Not loud. Not friendly. Just a command.
I swallowed, nodded, and walked past him. His scent—leather, skin, something heavy.I felt smaller before anything had even happened.
“Kneel.”
I wasn’t even properly in the room, and yet… I knelt immediately.
Automatically.
Without thinking.
I hate how quickly I do that.
Or… I love it. I don’t know.
He took my chin between two fingers, firmly but not brutally. “You know you belong to me when you’re here.”
I nodded. My voice was gone.
“Say it.”
“I belong to you.”
And as soon as I said that sentence, my head shut down.
As if a switch had been flipped.
He fetched the collar. Not a piece of jewelry.
Dark leather, wide, solid.
It felt like a lock, not an accessory.
Click.
I breathed shallowly because suddenly everything felt tighter. Not around my neck—in my head.
“Stand up.”
I stood.
“Undress.”
I obeyed.
I felt myself burning and trembling at the same time.
He put the harness on me.
Not gently, but carefully.
Each strap tighter, until I no longer knew if I was breathing or just feeling his hand on my chest.
“Don’t look at me.”
I immediately lowered my gaze. He attached the leash to the collar.
I got a short jerk forward, not strong—more like a reminder: Here is above, there you are.
“Hands behind your back.”
I did.
Leather straps. Tight. Wrists secure.
I could move, but only as much as he wanted me to.
He led me into the room.
His playroom.
Dark walls, hard floor, the smell of leather and something metallic.
I felt like something you put down, use, pick up when it suits you.
He tied me to a hook on the wall, my arms pulled up. Not painful—not yet.
But enough for me to know: I was no longer in control.
“Breathe. Slowly.”
I tried.
My chest strained against the harness.
All I could hear was my pulse.
Then the first blow.
Not unexpected, but still—suddenly my body became hot.
A second.
A third.
Each blow was like clearing my head.
I usually think too much.
Not here.
He didn’t talk much.
Sometimes a “Hold still.”
Or “Good boy.”
Both drove me deeper.
Not erotic in the classic sense.
More… raw. Real.
Naked without being naked.
I entered this space in my head where there is only him and the order that he is.
Pain and calm at the same time.
I hung there, gasping, feeling small and strong at the same time.
Submissive and yet safe.
Once, the blow was harder, and I made a sound I didn’t recognize.
Not pain, not pleasure—something in between.
He stepped closer, put his hand on the back of my head, pushed me against the wall, but gently.
“You stay here. With me. Do you understand?”
“Yes… Sir.”
And I mean…
I was gone.
Really gone.
Subspace.
That floating, that dissolving.
Not dramatic – quiet.
So quiet that it was almost sacred.
At some point, he loosened the strap, took me down, led me to the floor.
I lay half on his leg, as if by accident, but he let it happen.
Even his hand remained on my neck. Heavy. Warming. Possessive.
After a while, he simply said:
“Well done. Come back when you’re ready.”
And that was it.
No big words.
No romance.
Just… peace.
I sat there, breathing, not knowing whether to cry or laugh.
Just that I’ll be back.
Because I’m not lost under him.
But finally…
at peace.