Artwork courtesy of Neshemadarkangel and Lunar BlackIt was a few nights ago. I woke up briefly in the middle of the night, a BDSM scene vividly fresh in my mind from the dream that was interrupted. My reality was sleeping on my right side, at a slight angle relative to my Goddess, with her right leg over my thighs, the left one over my waist, and my left arm across her torso, held tight at the wrist and forearm by her hands.
I was restrained... virtually bound immobile by her limbs. I had woken up because of the slight discomfort (how long had I been in this position?), but being trapped in such a manner was so erotically charged in a D/s kind of way that I didn't want to move. And I didn't want to risk waking up my Goddess.
I felt the weight of her legs pinning me down. I felt the tension one of her hands and the weight of her left arm exerted in keeping the tension in my arm. The D/s sensuality of the immobility gave way, after deciding to try to fall back to sleep without moving, to a deep sense of surrender. And then subspace. Have you ever fallen asleep drifting into subspace? It's a very deep, very submissive, very peaceful sinking into sleep.
Sleep was overtaking me again. In those brief twilight moments, I had flashbacks to one of the last times my Goddess had me bound and stretched in a large closet that served as a small makeshift dungeon. Blindfolded, wrists bound to the upper clothes rack, ankles bound together, my ankles and knees bearing my weight. She left me there, waiting in the dark, for her return from taking a shower. She would later open the door and check on me briefly to make sure I was OK. After a pull on the nipple clamps, a delicate kiss on the lips, and a teasing warning not to go anywhere, she closed the door again, and once more left me in isolation while she was off to do her make-up.
I drifted into sleep for perhaps a few seconds or few minutes, but peeked into consciousness again just long enough to have brief remembrances of scenes when I dozed off while my Goddess had left me in a hogtie for an extended period of time. Again taken back to one of those falling asleep while bound and disoriented in subspace moments. I can't describe it. Some of those overwhelmingly powerful feelings and emotions that make such an impact on us that we try to recapture, re-experience, re-feel, re-live them again and again.
The discomfort passed. I fell asleep for good. I was woken up only several hours later by my alarm. Neither one of us had moved.
Artwork courtesy of Famio and the Museum of Female Domination Art
