A deeper subspace
Story by: Dutchpupmomo
Photography by: Matt Spike
April 8, 2020
One of my hottest sessions was an evening I had with my then-Dom in a Berlin hotel room. He told me to kneel in front of him and present my hands, which he took and handcuffed behind my back before dangling the key in front of my nose. He forced my head into a rubber slave hood, gagged me, blindfolded me, and clicked a padlock through the loop of the collar attached to the hood. I entered into such a deep subspace that the next hour or so has remained a complete blur to me to this day, but it goes without saying that he used me properly and came in my ass.
Being locked up like this allows a Sir and I to share our lusts and desires with one another, and push boundaries. I’m able to reach mental spaces I never knew I could. As a submissive who embodies a desire for true power exchange, my best sessions were when a Sir took his time and used many means (such as a locked collared hood and handcuffs) to define who was in control. For that reason, it’s my belief that gear isn’t gear unless, and until, it locks.
At the hotel, Sir was pleased, so I was pleased, but after he caught his breath, he grabbed me by my collar, dragged me off the bed, still handcuffed, and pulled me to a side table. With a chain, he locked my collared hood to a table leg, forcing me to remain kneeling, with my hands cuffed from behind. I was totally naked, aside from my chastity cage and hood. I felt the cold air touch my skin, but my beating heart kept racing faster, warming my body.
Still blindfolded, I heard him whisper in my ear, “I’m going now, but be ready for more when I’m back.” He left.
“I’m able to reach mental spaces I never knew I could”
I was alone, locked just about everywhere I could be, with no idea of when he would return. I thought about my predicament, and what had led me to this point. I felt so slutty, and it turned
me on more. I was helpless, anxious, and leaking; I was also terribly horny, and to this day, I haven’t been able to reach that incredible headspace again.
Nothing turns me on or makes me want to submit, obey, and serve more than feeling those metal cuffs shut step by step, or those padlocks click one by one on restraints, a collar, or a head muzzle. It’s that feeling of Sir’s complete control, encroaching on me. I can’t get out; I’m in his grip. He decides what happens to me from then on. It feels as if I’m jumping off a cliff backward, falling into a powerless unknown, suddenly and entirely dependent on Sir, but knowing he will take care of me. At that moment, I can let go, and I do. From there, I truly know my place, and I know both what is expected of me and what I desire to be. In this subspace, I want to please him, which in turn pleases me.
When Sir came back into the hotel room two hours later, my heart skipped a beat—what would he do next? This turned into a unique mix of excitement and fear. No matter what he decided, I couldn’t do anything about it.
“I was totally naked, aside from my chastity cage and hood. I felt the cold air touch my skin, but my beating heart kept racing faster, warming my body.”
I heard him slowly step closer to me, then I felt his hand run down my back as I kneeled in front of him. He unchained my collar from the table leg and forced me up. I was still cuffed, hooded, and blindfolded but he took my gag out and thrust his cock in my mouth. I had never wanted his dick so bad in my life, to serve him, please him. I was totally his.
Without such locks, I’m unable to experience the same subspace. Just knowing that I might be able to wiggle out of my bondage in some way, say with my teeth, toes, or whatever, hinders me from really feeling that complete loss of control. I need to reach that point of no return.
After he came in me again, Sir laid back, catching his breath. I was full of his cum and I couldn’t be happier. He sat up and held me. He didn’t say a word, but he didn’t have to. I knew how he felt, and he knew I felt the same. He uncuffed me, took off my hood and blindfold, and told me to kneel. I looked up at him, he looked down, and he unlocked my collar. The moment the latch released, I felt a rush of relief, but also the shock of falling back into reality. I was sad and relieved. I had been looking forward to that moment, but also dreading its arrival. I immediately started to fantasize about the next session.
“I can’t get out; I’m in his grip.”
