Going Non-verbal

I’ve quoted aspirant of A Slave’s Path more than any other writer of an F/m diary. There’s no one whose writing about personal D/s experiences I enjoy more.

He and the woman he calls Master were relaxing this past weekend:

We were both too tired for any sort of energy-requiring play this weekend, but Master did do some lying around on the couch CBT involving much fondling, string, clamps, and testical smacking. The combination of pleasure and pain was deliciously confusing, and left me quite aroused.

She leaves the room returning with a warm glass of piss. His choice is to beg to drink the urine and then do so if he’d like an orgasm. Or go a “Very, very, very long time” without one. A long time she mind spend making him as horny as possible.

Getting the words out was hard. Again and again I formed the sentance in my mind and worked up to the point of saying it, but could not quite get it out. And then that struggle, and very dominating attitude that Master adopted as she stood over me insisting that I proceed, pushed me into subspace.

Now the problem is, I go non-verbal in subspace, so this was a problem.

Eventually I found a mid-point between the unquestioning obedience of subspace and the more verbal, ego-centered place of every day, and I got the words out, very slowly, one at a time.

Permitted an orgasm he finds his mind in a new and “very nice” space.

Recommended: A Slave’s Path