Subspace

Helping him don his apparatus, I notice tensed muscles.

"Sure you're ready for this?" I ask. "There's no shame in backing out."

"I'm sure. I've been dreaming about this."

"I know you've prepared. Reaching subspace might not be as easy as you think," I caution.

I turn him, staring into his eyes, trying to get a read on his emotional state.

He meets my eyes boldly, then casts his to the floor and hits his knees, chains rattling.

I pull his blindfold in place with a kiss.

Stepping on him with nine inch heels, I reach for my favorite cat-o-nine.