When she grasps the back of my hair and twists it in her hand tilting my head to the side... giving me that *Domme* look.. I feel instantly wet.... everything around me fades away and only her voice and her eyes penetrate my brain.. my legs grow weak its hard to stand.. I usually wobble (5 inch heels and standing and this arent a good match) but she holds me with the other arm around my waist. She says my eyes change... they go from emerald green to to a deep rich blue green color..and they glaze my mouth slackens.. my body relaxes into hers.. and she knows thats the start of my descent into my space. If we are in public she makes sure I am sitting down when she does this.. WHy? cuase when she turns me loose standing I fall directly into kneel up position.. cause everything around me is blocked out...only her I focus on and the growing feeling inside. Sometimes in public she wants me kneeling so I am not sitting but I feel no embarrassment in this. She can also do this by whispered words..certain words I have been trained to trip into subspace on. I call them trigger words. But what I do know is that I cant walk without help after this.. We have been in the grocery store and she walks up and whispers something... and BOOM.. I cant think..my focus is entirely on her. She will laugh and say sweetheart come on. I cant move... I have to be lead by her.. cuz eveything around me is fuzzy...I feel high like a good drunk going. I can stay in this space as long as she wants me there by a bit of verbal *coaching*...certain words and phrases that have meaning to only her and I. It pleases her my reaction to her. But then too.....at other times..when *playing* the feeling of her tightening the restraints on my arms and legs... again listening to the sound of her voice.. it becomes a highly intense sexual arousal.. everything fades cept her touch.. her voice.. the incoming sensations whether hand, flogger, paddle, crop, cane...its all intensity that pushes me higher and higher to that *place* ..
She stares at this one grimly, silently commanding me to obey her will, wordlessly warning me not to resist her. She does not want me too excited. She wants to keep me at the edge. She wants to humiliate me. To show me that my erect little nipples doesn't impress her. To prove to me that no matter how much I may crave sexual release, no matter how overwhelming my physical needs may be, there is still a force far greater that rules me. That force is Mistress.
