"The Whole Bondage Thing" - Part 2

But the blow doesn't come. With almost as much shock, you feel my hand gently placed on your bottom. Alternately kneading the flesh and tracing light patterns with my fingertips. The sensations serve only to give off warm pleasant feelings and you let the tension ease away as you relax into what is almost a massage.

"That's better. Much more relaxed." My hand disappears for a moment and then returns suddenly. It's certainly a slap, but not all that hard at all. If anything it just tingles. A second and a third come. Each to a different place. Each new blow is so light as to barely smart. Just tingling. After the first dozen I stop. Normally a dozen would seem a lot, but with each one as light as they were, it's just left a nice, tingly-warm, sensation.

"Mmph," you manage through the gag.

"You want to know why they weren't harder?" That's not quite what you wanted to ask, but it's close enough. "Simple. If I hit was to hit you too hard at first, you'd just be scared. No matter how much you COULD enjoy them, you wouldn't because you'd be too uncomfortable. A lot of gentle ones and it just feels nice." Much as you'd like to prove me wrong, I do actually know what I'm talking about for once. Your bottom is tingling. A little warm too. Almost like a milder, different version of the carpet from earlier. And in the same way, it's an itch you want to scratch. "Oh, I see you're ready for some more." Without noticing, acting almost subconciously, you've raised your bottom up. Automatically respoinding to the need to "have the itch scratched."

*Smack* This one wasn't much harder but the way I held my hand made it a lot louder. Almost immediately, the warm release sensation returns. As my hand moves away for the next one, the itch comes back, leaving your ready for it. Again, another loud one falls. This time though, my hand stays there. The tingle is more subdued. Gently I run my hand over the curves of your buttocks. Just a short, gentle, soothing stroke. And then on with the next. So I continue, alternating a group of slaps with gentle stroking. Eventually another dozen have gone, each one slightly harder than the one before. There's some force now, but not a lot. Each one is just enough to give the same sensation as before as you become more and more used to them. But now I've stopped, the tingle and the heat are allowed to build up. It's becoming a throb now, almost sexual, infact as you think about it, it is sexual. It's radiating straight through you, making your sex throb too.

You try to reach down to touch yourself but the cuffs are tightly holding your wrists. The resistance does feel good though, almost letting you take your tension out against the restraint. With that means to an end removed, you try to roll over. Perhaps I will give you the orgasm as I did before.

But this time you can't roll over. As you try, your ankles rull against the cord that holds them too. You're forced to lie there, helpless, and wait for whatever is coming. As your thoughts come back to your bottom, it's furiously tingling, oh to have your hands free. Maybe that's where the enjoyment's coming from. On your own, it would be over by now. Unable to move, it'll last for so much longer.

The pause has gone on for long enough and I resume. Still getting harder and harder. As well as the tingle, there's a pain there now. Strangely, you think to yourself, the pain is secondary. Just something lost behind the tingle and the heat. The throbbing heat that bores straight though you, looking for more sensitive flesh. It's cleared a dozen this time, but you don't want the pause anyway. As they get harder, the sensation is stronger. Each individual blow is like an all sensitive touch directly to your clitoris. As the hand moves away and the heat and tingle set in, they complement the touch, keeping the pleasure locked in. With the feeling unable to escape from the one before, each blow build the sensation, higher and higher.

From the cloudy place that the sensation's taken you, you hear strange noises. Almost sobs. Trying to focus, you realise they're coming from your own mouth, from your own throat, from deep inside you. There's a connection between them and the pain you know you must be feeling. It's like it's not you though. You feel there ought to be a pain, the pain that's causing you to react like that but all you can focus on now is the constant pattern of stab of pleasure, tingle and heat. The need for an orgasm has gone now.

You've realised it's a different type of pleasure. Just as intense, maybe more so, but not as abrupt as an orgasm, one that needs no release. Settling into it, you let the warm feelings embrace you and concentrate just on the sensations and the beautifully relaxed state they are giving you.

You feel almost like you must be dreaming now. You must be. A moment ago you were on your front, being spanked. Now you're untied, on your back, the covers pulled up over you. Weird. The whole "trip" has taken you to a relaxed other place where almost nothing seems to be happening. Maybe this is the subspace I told you about.

But slowly you realise it's not subspace. Infact you're back in the real world and totally conscious. Next to you, on the pillow is a note.

Jen,
I think we've gone far enough for today. I hope you enjoyed your little trip into subspace.

So it was subspace then.

I wasn't sure how comfortable you'd be having me around when you got back to your normal self, still naked, so I let myself out.
If you want to talk, or do similar again, you've got my number.
Nick x