A Deep Dive Into Subspace, Domspace, Subdrop, Domdrop, and Aftercare
This post has lived in my heart for some time now. I’ve put off writing it because every part of it feels close to the bone, and deeply personal. But I’ve received too many messages, too many quiet confessions in the dark hours of the night, from submissives and Dominants alike who are confused, hurting, or feeling broken.
So I want to say this clearly, before we go any further:
You are not broken.
You are not weak.
And you are not alone.
This post is for the people who have floated in bliss, and the people who have fallen and didn’t know how to ask for a hand.
It’s for the ones who thought they were “too much,” or “not enough,” because they didn’t come down the way they thought they should.
It’s for the caretakers who forgot to care for themselves.
It’s for the ones who needed a post like this a long time ago and never found it.
So let’s talk about the journey.
Subspace: The Fall Into Surrender
Subspace is hard to describe because it lives beyond words. For many submissives, it’s an altered state that comes during or after a scene, a place of euphoria, softness, floatiness, or absolute stillness. It’s the moment your mind stops racing, your body stops bracing, and your heart opens so wide it almost aches.
It is often described as:
A warm, dreamy float
Loss of time or orientation
Heightened sensitivity or emotional openness
Dissociation (positive or neutral)
Non-verbal states
Deep peace, sometimes even spiritual
It doesn’t always look blissful. Some people cry. Some laugh. Some shake. Some can’t move or speak. Some look like they’re somewhere else entirely. And some never enter it at all and that is perfectly okay. Subspace isn’t required for a scene to be “real” or meaningful.
But for those who do go there, it can be deeply addictive. And deeply vulnerable.
Because in Subspace, you are raw. Unarmored. Wide open.
You are handing over not just control, but your self.
And that level of surrender requires a depth of trust that should never be taken lightly.
It’s not about being “good enough” to go there. It’s about being safe enough.
Domspace: The Still Point of Control
Domspace is less talked about, but no less profound.
It’s the place a Dominant may enter when they are completely tuned in to the moment, the energy, the responsibility, and the power exchange. It’s not about ego or bravado. It’s about presence. Precision. Connection.
When I’m in Domspace, I feel:
A trance-like sense of flow and power
Deep emotional intimacy and presence
Fierce protectiveness
A sharp awareness of my submissive’s body and signals
Grounded clarity and confidence
A high, yes, Dominants can float too
There is a stillness to it, a silence, like the eye of a storm. I feel every breath my submissive takes. I am aware of every tremble, every shift in energy. It is not a game. It is not about control for control’s sake. It’s about holding the fullness of another person’s vulnerability and offering them back to themselves, marked, but whole.
For some Dominants, it feels euphoric. For others, it’s somber, focused, sacred.
And yes, it is just as real as Subspace.
But unlike Subspace, which often requires letting go, Domspace requires holding steady. And that takes a toll.
Which brings us here.
The Crash: Subdrop & Domdrop
Let me say this plainly:
What goes up must come down.
And the higher the space, the harder the drop.
Subdrop and Domdrop are real, valid, and sometimes intense. They are the body and mind’s response to intense emotional and physical stimuli followed by a sudden release.
Let’s break them down.
Subdrop: The Aftermath of Surrender
When the scene ends, when the body stops pulsing with endorphins, when the adrenaline fades, when the oxytocin begins to level out, Subspace dissolves. And what’s left behind can feel like a crash after a sugar rush.
It might look like:
Sudden sadness or crying
Feeling empty, alone, or unloved
Guilt or shame about the scene
Anxiety, insecurity, or panic
Exhaustion, shakiness, or chills
Wanting reassurance but not knowing how to ask
Needing connection but withdrawing instead
It can feel like your Dominant doesn’t love you anymore. Like you did something wrong. Like you're spiraling.
You didn’t.
You’re just crashing.
And this is not to scare you, but to create awareness of feelings that might arise after a scene.
It's also important to add that Subdrop can be especially difficult for those who already battle depression, anxiety, trauma, or dissociation. It doesn’t mean the scene was bad. It means it was powerful. And your body is recovering from that.
Domdrop: The Hidden Descent
Now let’s talk about the side no one warns you about.
Domdrop.
It can sneak up on you. Or crash over you like a wave when you’re least expecting it. And unlike Subdrop, which people are more familiar with, Domdrop often goes unnoticed, even by the Dominant themselves.
Because we're supposed to be the steady ones, right? The rock. The anchor. The one who always knows what to do.
Except... what happens when we give all of ourselves in a scene, and no one notices we’re hurting after?
So here is some indications of what a Domdrop can feel like:
Guilt or regret, even when the scene went well
Emotional numbness or withdrawal
Self-doubt or questioning your worth as a Dominant
Feeling unseen, unappreciated, or invisible
Emotional crash: sadness, shame, loneliness
Fatigue, insomnia, restlessness
Needing reassurance, but feeling like you’re not allowed to ask for it
I’ve had scenes where I held someone with such intensity, such emotional power, that afterward I couldn’t move. I sat in silence for hours, questioning myself, shaking, waiting for someone to check on me. And when no one did? The drop was worse than anything I’ve ever experienced physically. I’ve also dropped so hard I left a scenes and vomited. Which was equally painful for myself as my partner.
I’ve also spent weeks hating myself for scenes that were beautiful, but still left me feeling unworthy, invisible, or ashamed.
Because a Dominant who deeply cares will always ask: Did I do right by them? Did I go too far? Did I take care of what was given to me?
And when there’s no response, (no feedback, no aftercare) we sit with those questions. Sometimes for days.
So let me say this, clearly and gently:
Dominants deserve aftercare too.
Dominants deserve to be held too.
Dominants feel. Deeply. And that feeling does not make them less, only more.
Aftercare: The Healing We Come Home To
Aftercare is not optional.
It is not a bonus.
It is not something you “earn.”
It is an act of love. Of repair. Of sacred return.
Aftercare says, “I saw all of you, and I still see you. I still want you. You are safe. You are loved.”
Simply... being present. Not rushing. Not pulling away.
Aftercare also happens after aftercare.
It may come days later. A text. A call. A gentle, “How are you feeling now?”
That matters.
And it doesn’t just belong to one role.
A submissive may need to be held. A Dominant may need to be reassured.
There is no hierarchy to need.
There is only care. Or the absence of it.
So write your needs down beforehand.
Say them aloud. Say, “This is what helps me come back.”
And never let anyone dismiss your needs or make you feel guilty for needing something soft after something hard.
If You Take Anything Away From This…
Let it be this:
Intensity without care is harm.
Power exchange without presence is dangerous.
What you give is sacred, and what you receive should be treated as such.
We are all human. Messy. Soft. Glorious in our complexity.
And scenes, when done well, can be life-changing.
But only if we take responsibility for what happens after.
I’ve seen the most beautiful parts of people in the hours after the ropes come off, the paddle is set down, and the tears have dried. I’ve whispered praise to trembling partners. I’ve kissed bruises like prayers. I’ve fallen apart and had someone pull me into their arms before I could speak.
These connections are powerful. And they deserve to be protected, before, during, and especially after.
And if anyone tells you aftercare isn't needed?
Run. That's a huge red flag!
Aftercare is sacred and non-negotiable.
Care is where the bond deepens.
Care is where we build trust.
Care is where we bring each other home.
Headspaces: Exploring Altered States of Consciousness
BDSM headspaces refer to altered states of consciousness that can occur during BDSM play. In this guide we will explore Domspace, Subspace, Drop and Frenzy.
Domspace
Domspace is an altered state of consciousness that a Dominant person may feel during a BDSM scene. It's a state of heightened focus, control, and confidence, described as a feeling of extreme focus and determination. Some report experiencing tunnel vision and an out-of-body sensation.
Causes
Domspace can be triggered by a variety of factors. These triggers can be physical, psychological, or sensory, and they vary greatly from person to person. Here's a breakdown of common domspace triggers:
Physical Triggers:
- The sight of a submissive kneeling, dressed in specific attire, or displaying submissive body language can be a powerful trigger.
- The physical environment, including lighting, props, and the overall atmosphere of the scene, can contribute to entering Domspace.
Psychological Triggers:
- Using specific phrases, rituals, or commands can trigger the mental shift into Domspace.
- Observing the submissive's surrender, obedience, and reactions can reinforce the dominant's sense of control and trigger Domspace.
- Dominants can intentionally channel their energy and focus on the scene, leaving behind distractions to enter Domspace.
- Practising general mindfulness such as meditation can help access Domspace.
Sensory Triggers:
- Sensory stimulation, such as touch, scent, or taste, can heighten sensations and contribute to entering Domspace.
- Some dominants report feeling their submissive's energy, heartbeat, or presence, which can trigger Domspace
Dom Drop
Dom drop is the emotional or physical exhaustion that a Dominant may experience after a BDSM scene. It's a feeling of anxiety, guilt, or depression that can occur immediately after the scene or even days later.
Causes
Dom drop can be caused by various factors, including:
- The stigma surrounding BDSM can lead to internalized shame and guilt.
- Past negative experiences or unresolved issues can trigger negative emotions after a scene.
- The responsibility and intensity of the Dominant role can lead to burnout and exhaustion.
- The release of hormones during a scene can lead to a significant drop in mood afterward.
- Disappointment when the scene doesn't unfold as anticipated.
- Engaging in activities at the submissive's request that conflict with personal values.
Ensuring your limits are respected and aftercare needs are met is crucial for preventing Dom drop.
Dom Frenzy
Dom frenzy is a state of intense excitement and desire to dominate, often experienced by new dominants. It's characterized by a strong urge to explore new kinks and power dynamics, push boundaries, and dominate anyone who is willing. Often without proper consideration for safety or consequences.
Dom frenzy can lead to risky behavior, poor decision-making, and potentially harmful experiences for both the Dominant and the submissive.
Signs
- An overwhelming urge to engage in dominant activities, often without proper consideration for safety or consequences.
- Acting on desires without careful planning or thought, potentially leading to risky situations.
- Neglecting personal limits and boundaries, potentially resulting in harm or discomfort for the submissive.
- Viewing potential submissive partners through rose-tinted glasses, overlooking red flags or potential dangers.
- Prioritizing BDSM exploration over work, studies, or other important aspects of life.
- Feeling easily swayed by promises or offers, potentially leading to exploitation of the submissive.
Preventing Dom Frenzy
- Familiarize yourself with different aspects of BDSM, including various practices, safety protocols, and ethical considerations.
- Utilize online forums, books, articles, and podcasts dedicated to BDSM to gain knowledge and insights.
- Identify your specific desires and preferences within BDSM to guide your exploration and ensure you're pursuing activities that genuinely align with your interests.
- Avoid rushing into BDSM experiences. Allow yourself to learn, explore, and build a foundation of knowledge before engaging in any physical play.
- If possible, begin your exploration with trusted friends or partners who understand BDSM and can provide guidance and support.
- Open and honest communication with your submissive partner is essential. Ensure you both understand each other's boundaries and desires.
- Make sure that both you and your submissive partner are comfortable with the activities and that all safety protocols are in place.
Subspace
Subspace is an altered state of consciousness that a Submissive person may feel during a BDSM scene. It's a state of heightened focus, surrender, and trust, described as feeling light, or floaty. Some report experiencing a euphoric or a trance-like state.
Subspace can drastically affect the submissives ability to communicate and can resemble the effects of alcohol or drugs.
Causes
Entering subspace can be triggered by various factors, including the physical environment, specific clothing, phrases, rituals, and the dominant's presence and actions. Here's a breakdown of common subspace triggers:
Physical Triggers:
- Wearing specific clothing associated with submission, such as lingerie, collars, or uniforms, can trigger the mental shift into subspace.
- The physical environment, including lighting, props, and the overall atmosphere of the scene, can contribute to entering subspace.
- Specific types of touch, such as gentle stroking, caressing, or restraint, can trigger a sense of vulnerability and surrender.
- Practising general mindfulness such as meditation can help access subspace.
Psychological Triggers:
- Using specific phrases, rituals, or commands designed to evoke submission can trigger the mental shift into subspace.
- The presence of the Dominant, their demeanor, and their actions can significantly influence a submissive's mental state and trigger subspace.
- Submissives can intentionally focus on the scene, their role, and their trust in the Dominant to enter subspace.
Sensory Triggers:
- Specific scents or tastes associated with submission can trigger a sense of arousal and surrender.
- Certain types of music can evoke specific emotions and trigger a shift into subspace.
Sub Drop
Sub drop is the emotional or physical exhaustion that a submissive may experience after a BDSM scene. It's a feeling of sadness, guilt, or depression that can occur immediately after the scene or even days later. And can last up to weeks at a time if not properly taken care of.
Causes
Sub drop can be caused by various factors, including:
- The stigma surrounding BDSM can lead to internalized shame and guilt, which can contribute to sub drop.
- Past negative experiences or unresolved issues can trigger negative emotions after a scene.
- Intense scenes can leave submissives physically drained, which can contribute to emotional fatigue.
- The vulnerability and surrender involved in submission can be emotionally taxing, leading to a feeling of emptiness or sadness after the scene.
- The release of hormones during a scene can lead to a significant drop in mood afterward.
- Disappointment when the scene doesn't unfold as anticipated.
- Engaging in activities at the dominant's request that conflict with personal values.
Ensuring your limits are respected and aftercare needs are met is crucial for preventing sub drop.
Sub Frenzy
Sub frenzy is a state of intense excitement and desire to submit, often stemming from a newfound awareness and intense curiosity about BDSM. It's characterized by a strong urge to explore new kinks and power dynamics, push boundaries, and submit to anyone who is willing. Often without proper consideration for safety or consequences.
Sub frenzy can lead to risky behavior, poor decision-making, and potentially harmful experiences for both the submissive and the Dominant.
Signs
- An overwhelming urge to experience BDSM, often without proper consideration for safety or consequences.
- Acting on desires without careful planning or thought, potentially leading to risky situations.
- Neglecting personal limits and boundaries, potentially resulting in harm or discomfort.
- Viewing potential partners through rose-tinted glasses, overlooking red flags or potential dangers.
- Prioritizing BDSM exploration over work, studies, or other important aspects of life.
- Feeling easily swayed by promises or offers, potentially leading to exploitation.
Preventing Sub Frenzy
- Familiarize yourself with different aspects of BDSM, including various practices, safety protocols, and ethical considerations.
- Utilize online forums, books, articles, and podcasts dedicated to BDSM to gain knowledge and insights.
- Identify your specific desires and preferences within BDSM to guide your exploration and ensure you're pursuing activities that genuinely align with your interests.
- Avoid rushing into BDSM experiences. Allow yourself to learn, explore, and build a foundation of knowledge before engaging in any physical play.
- If possible, begin your exploration with trusted friends or partners who understand BDSM and can provide guidance and support.
a/n: "Intensity without care is harm." - @madamejadex.
In case anyone is curious, in this fic I used this post as research.
Part 1- Give it to me
MASTERLIST
"Baby? What's wrong?"
Jenna's soft voice comes through the haze, barely bringing you back to her bedroom. You feel an indescribable sense of numbness, an unsteady lethargy that seems to envelop you, like a thick fog that won't let you see beyond.
Jenna is starting to feel anxious. Her body is quivering and every inch you've touched is throbbing, so it is genuinely a physical effort to bend towards you when she can barely stand.
You glance at her, your gaze lingering on some point of her face, anywhere but her eyes.
"It's okay"
Your mutter comes out so weak, so exhausted, that she doesn't even bother to contradict you.
Instead, she pants as she sits crossing her legs. You're sitting on the edge, with your legs swagging mindlessly. You can feel her gentle energy by your side.
Her hand slides from your shoulder to the bed, and she just grabs the sheets, playing with a loosen thread. And she patiently waits for you.
You go absolutely nonchalant for a good ten minutes. The room fills with a quietness that at first unsettles you; but then you hear her breathing.
It's unintentional by her behalf initially, but then she glances up and notices you're listening to her. And so Jenna sits up straight and begins to breath in, then out, very slowly and measured.
Her profound breaths make you close your eyes and listen intently. Sometimes paying attention to her every move, to the way her body reacts and the way her heart speaks to you, is your saviour.
Her steady breathing fills your ears, and a calmness spreads in your stomch, across your ribs. But then, images of what you've just done to her appear in your mind, and the warm feeling becomes icy.
You stand up in a sudden move, she gasps in surprise. You walk towards the closet and pick a baggy shirt, putting it on. You can feel her stare pinned on your nape.
"Please," you insist, turning around, "stop looking at me like that. I'm okay."
That last word comes out croaky as you finally look at her. She's looking at you with watery eyes, and her bottom lip quivers as she tries to hide how affected she's starting to feel.
She hates it when you hide. She rejects your lack of vulnerability, the stubborn need of looking out for yourself without counting on her, and she definitely despises it when you cover your body as in trying to cover your feelings.
"Please. Come back to bed" she pleas in a soft sigh, closing her eyes.
She catches you off guard. You've had this reaction before after a scene with her -although never this powerful and painful-, but it always lasted for just some minutes and you felt it while cuddling, so you always had thought she never really noticed it.
But this time, her exhausted expression leads you to wonder if she's always seen it; if she's had enough. You gulp, the lump in your throat unwilling to vanish.
And just as she's wondering exactly the same thing, your eyes well up with tears you furiously wipe off with the back of your hand as you approach her and sit on the edge of the bed again.
"This is so stupid" you spit out with annoyance tainting your words. "This is not how I should behave. Can we just forget about this? I feel like a fucking moron..."
You keep grumbling and mumbling, but she can see through your frowned eyebrows and pressed lips. She blinks several times and finally resolves what needs to be done.
Your complains about yourself die and go silent for a precious second the moment you feel her arms firmly enveloping your figure, her still trembling body pulling you onto her lap.
You stare at the wall in awe as you feel Jenna pulling you closer, your head softly falling into the safe space that is the crook of her neck.
The moment you inhale her scent, highlighted with that faint smell of sex, your mind goes blank.
It's just for a hot second. The calm before the storm.
And then, just as if your body sensed it was a safe place to let your guards down, you feel the unpleasant sensation of your eyes welling up with tears again, but this time you don't have the time to prevent them from falling.
You hide your face in her neck and sob loudly, your hurted voice muffled against her skin.
Your tears moisturize the hickey on her neck, and when you glance at it, glistening with your pain, you almost chuckle to yourself.
"Fuck, I'm pathetic" you murmur, attempting to lean back.
"You're not" she retorts, and her hands find your head, gently pulling you down.
You gasp, trying to disagree, but she continues whispering to you.
"You haven't done anything wrong. Are you aware of that? I don't think you are..." She sighs, "You're not a moron because of feeling confused."
You were about to refute her, but that last word catches you unprepared.
"Confused?" you murmur, softly.
She nods. "Would you say you feel confused?"
Her question makes you frown, and the mere effort of trying and unravel your thoughts makes you dizzy.
"It's okay" she soothes, understanding your silence wisely. "Why have you called yourself pathetic?" she tries again.
Her loving, thin voice almost makes you cry again. You decide to try to figure this out with her.
"Because I'm your dom." You attempt to continue, but words fail.
She awaits for more, receiving no further explanation. "...And?" she asks warily, genuinely puzzled.
"And" you continue, fueled by the uncomfortable feeling it brings you to know she doesn't take it for granted. "I'm supposed to be confident, not intimidated by anything. I should be the one holding you, for starters" you squirm.
"Oh you think subs can't hold someone?" she teases gently, hugging you tighter.
Her arms are comfortably resting around your shoulders, one of her hands caresses your cheek while the other strokes your hair.
Her soft tease makes you smile sideways. "I'm not saying that..." you murmur grudgingly.
"Then what are you saying?" she coos, as if she was talking through it to a little kitten.
You huff, your chest heavy with the discomfort of the conversation. But now you just can't pretend it's not happening. She wants to know.
You stare at the wall as you let the words slip through your lips.
"Every time we've had sex, especially after a scene, I've always held you. I've always kept you close to me, I've always known how to comfort you. But sometimes, even as we cuddle like that, I feel this... Emptiness. This numb, disturbing feeling. This... Pressure, in my chest" you clutch your shirt and tug at it in a silent attempt of explaining yourself.
Her hold around you looses a bit as you sit up. You sigh, ducking your head. You shift, mirroring her position. Your knees touch.
You glance briefly at her, noticing the marks on her stomach. "Does it hurt?" you murmur, your voice coming out sad.
She frowns, taken away by the change of topic for a moment and honestly not knowing what you mean. But she follows your gaze.
"Oh, not at all" she says talking a bit louder, with pride. She runs her fingers alonng her stomach. "Maybe a faint sting, but It'll cease" she says as she looks up, with a wide smile on her face.
Her expression astonishes you, and you seriously consider she's just lying to you.
"This is fucked up" you state, looking down. You don't get to catch the way her smile immediately fades, the coldness of pure fear spreading in her.
"I am fucked up" you continue, squinting at her, "I shouldn't treat you like this."
"What are you saying?" she asks softly, and you notice the hint of dread in her voice.
Glancing up, you see her face. Her eyebrows are frown in confusion and panic, and her eyes are wide and glassy with concern. You scoot closer.
"Oh no. No, no" you whisper soothingly. "I'm not saying that we are fucked up. I'm not saying that we should stop this."
The conviction in your voice and the determination in your eyes seem to calm her down. She sighs deeply, and her gaze softens.
"Oh. Okay... Then, you're saying that you are fucked up? That what we did is wrong?"
"What I did is wrong" you correct her, a hint of self-reprobation taints your voice. You look away, mad at yourself.
"I pounded into you all at once, and I didn't ask. I pushed you to your limit, I overstimulated you to the brim. And the worst part is… I felt this… Sadistic, perverted feeling in me. Like I was longing to watch you crumble. To see how far I could take you. I feel like a... " you sigh deeply, your expresion blends into exhaustion. "Like a fucking Monster."
"You're not a Monster." she retorts quickly, and she takes your hands. Squeezing softly, she continues "you are the best domme I could ask for. The fact that you were willing to push your own boundaries in order to give me pleasure says it all."
You frown. "Push my own boundaries?"
She nods. "Yes. You clearly feel mixed emotions towards your dominant instincts. You're judging yourself, drowning in guilt and shame when… You clearly gave me an amazing time, my love. It was all consensual, and you were checking on me the whole time."
You look away, opposed. "We didn't agree to… Mark you like that" you murmur, glancing at the marks on her stomach and recalling the bruises on her ass.
She smiles softly, and you find yourself staring at her lips, mesmerized. "Okay, the whole mark thing wasn't discussed. I'll give you that. I forgive you."
She rolls her eyes softly. It isn't that big of a deal for her, but she's starting to understand how it feels for you. And so when she gives you the redemption you need without you even having to say sorry. You feel a wave of relief washing through you.
"You serious?" you ask softly, breathless. "Please don't play with me. I do feel really bad."
She shakes her head softly. "I'm dead serious. I forgive you. And for the future… Just so we're clear, you don't get to take whatever you want from me. I know you know, but you seem hesitant about it."
"I know, yeah" you nod, blinking. "But during the scene, it feels like it. And afterwards I feel like I've... Stolen something from you." You peek up at her, shy.
She shakes her head insistently. "You don't take whatever you want." She insists.
"I give it to you. Willingly. You don't force me into it, you don't confuse me or make me so horny that I can't decide— No. I offer myself to you. Shit, I even seduce you to take me like that."
"I beg and plea not only because I'm into it, but because I know you'll shatter. I know you'll give me what I want. Because, my love, sometimes I do want you to absolutely wreck me."
You stare in awe, eyebrows scoot up and mouth agape. The corners of your lips curl up slightly, a small smiling forming in them.
"You cheat" you tease.
"I cheat!" She chants un a breathy chuckle. She shakes her head, amused
"Also, for the record, you're allowed to mark me in areas easily hidden by clothes. Basically anywhere other than neck is fine. Although…"
She pauses, reaching up at the huge hickey you've left on the side of her neck. She caresses it with a playful smile on her fase. "If I'm not shooting for some days, like the current case... You are also allowed to mark my neck."
You listen intently as she sets these new boundaries. You feel a Deep wave of grattitude towards her. The softness in her voice, the careful way she's talking to you, reassuring you and making sure your needs get met make your eyes well-up with unshed tears.
She reaches, cupping your face, and brushes her thumbs across your cheekbones.
"Our rules are ours. Ours to settle, negotiate and adjust. And for me, I get to decide when you've overstepped. Not you, my love. Just as you are the only one who gets to decide when I've overstepped as well, if I do."
Feeling a fresh wave of embarrassment crashing through you, you lean forward and press your forehead againt her collarbone.
"Thank you so much" you murmur in a thick, moved voice. "I really… Really needed that."
You feel her warm arms around your shoulder.
"Do you need anything else?" she asks softly.
You sigh, feeling the haze in your mind clear up.
"I need… I need to take care of you. Maybe give you a massage to ease the soreness, give you a bath. Apply some body cream over the marks" you say in a soft voice, barely above a whisper.
She smiles and kisses the top of your head. "I wouldn't complain" she teases softly, making you smile.
Later, she's sat with her legs spread underneath the wáter of the bathtub, and you're carefully brushing a sponge across her arms, shoulders, back. You hold up one of her legs and rub gently there too, and then change to the other leg.
She watches you with half-lidded eyes and a sated smile. "Getting fucked like a slut and then obtain princess treatment during aftercare feels literally like a fever dream" she comments, amused.
You glance at her, a glint of playfulness in your eyes. "Oh, shut up... You deserve it all" you murmur, blushing a bit.
She chuckles, a heartfelt laugh echoing in the bathroom. Makes your heart flutter.
"By 'all' you mean the thorough fuck as well?" she teases, testing the wáters.
"Oh yeah, especially that" you respond, feeling the weight getting off your shoulders. She smiles fondly.
You're starting to feel better, more confident and less embarrassed. Regaining the pride you hold for your dominance.
"I feel a bit stupid about the drama I've made" you comment when you're back in bed.
She's laying on her stomach as you apply almond body cream on her buttcheeks, kneading softly. "Now that I see it more clearly, I guess we didn't went that rough..." you continue, observing the marks.
She's leaning a cheek against the pillows, and she reaches down and squeezes your forearm reassuringly.
"It's okay. You were right. It's a bit brutal if you think about it; it's the first time we've fucked like that. I was just drunk in pleasure so bad that I didn't realize at the moment."
She pauses, thoughtful, and she sighs in contentment when you press a bit hader, the muscles relaxing under your touch.
"As your sub, I am allowed to loose control like that. I am expected to, in fact. When I surrender to you, I feel this sort of… Haziness. I trust you that much that one glance of yours is enough to give you full permission over my body. Under some boundaries, of course… But we're figuring those out, and if I don't say the safe word, you need to trust that I'm fine and that I'm enjoying what you're doing very much."
She looks at you over her shoulder. You were listening while pampering her ass, but as your hands ascend to her lower back, you look up at her.
"Do you think you trust me like that?" she interrogates softly.
Your eyes drift between hers, thinking. "I think i do" you concede, "But I also feel the imposter syndrome, I guess. I sometimes fear you're so into it, that you're not discerning the limits anymore" you admit softly, blushing.
"You can say the safe Word at those cases" she suggest gently. "People always talk about the limits of subs and stuff, but yours are just as important. And eventhough I can take a lot, you don't have to give me everything you've got just because I can take it. You must be as thoughtful about what you're willing to give as you are with what I'm willing to take. Without wondering if you've taken it too far."
You nod, letting her words sink in. Her backside is glowing , and she's completely relaxed under your touch. She sits up and turns around, facing you.
"You're not just my domme," she continues "you're this... Incredible, attractive, super smart girl I have the honour to keep in my life and build something beautiful with."
She blushes a little and looks down for a moment, shy. She peeks up at you. "You are a human being and you deserve to be heard just as much as I do."
You stare at her smiling sideways, your heart is beating fast, slamming your chest. "Ugh, you leave me with no words" you murmur, blushing just like her. She giggles quietly.
Scooting closer, you massage her chest and stomach, you smear the cream there as well, as well as along her arms.
"You take such good care of me, love. Really" she murmurs as you work her, pressing your fingers against her skin on your way, easing the tension and soreness. "You are a domme who pushes boundaries with respect and consent. And that is hot as fuck." she continues, smiling fondly.
You look at her. "Do you trust me?" you ask in a vulnerable voice. She has already said it, but you need her to look you in the eye and reassure you one more time.
She nods, earnest, with raw honesty in her eyes. "I do. I trust you, Ma'am" she states, and she reaches to cup your cheek tenderly.
You lean in and capture her lips in a soft, searing kiss. Neither of you deepens it, it's just a soft brush of lips, a silent promise.
After some soft whispers of hers, claiming she wants to take care of you as well, you agree to cuddle on the couch and watch a movie together. Only if you can spoon, of course.
She rolls her eyes and accepts, murmuring something along the lines of "okay, fine... You'll surrender to me someday as well and let me hold you utterly. But we can cope with it like this for now."
She puts on some baggy comfortable clothes, and she makes tea for you both as you choose the movie. You complain, claiming she should rest, but she offers you a goofy face, sticking out her tongue. "I'm tougher than you think" she quips.
The day ends up being comforting. What could've lead to a spiral of shame and painful decadence ends up being a soothing aftercare session, clarifying conversation and irrelevant movie playing on the background as you hold her close, pressing your chest against her back, wrapping your arms around her protectively.
After a calm silence, you grab your phone to research about what you've felt.
"Hey, look" you catch her attention, showing her the screen. "Looks like this is called 'dom drop' in the bdsm world."
Her gaze drifts rapidly as she reads the blog you're showing her. "Oh. Yeah, looks like it. Apparently sub drop exists too." She keeps reading. "Oh, and subspace. I think that's what I feel often."
She looks at you over her shoulder, cupping your cheek with one hand, kissing the other. "We'll learn how to navigate it. Together" she murmurs tenderly.
You flutter your eyes, content. "I think we're doing pretty well already."
M wondering if you might be interested in writing something centered around domspace? Could be with characters and setting of your choice but be about that possessive protective feeling you get when domming. 🍒
Thank you so much for this nonny🍒! As soon as you sent this I had an idea immediately.
I've gone for, Geraskier, early relationship, Jaskier's first time feeling dominant, and it's overwhelming, confusing, and INTENSE.
CW for hair pulling but apart from that this is just sitting in their headspaces for the first time and braving themselves up to approach the idea.......
Just over 1k words:) - If anyone likes this, please send me asks for anything you like :D
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Jaskier felt strange. Not bad strange, just strange. He was sitting on a chair next to the fireplace, running his fingers through Geralt’s wet hair as it dried with the heat of the fire, along with his unclothed body. The witcher was silent, held by the comfort of being free from expectation. Free from being perceived. That is, besides being seen by Jaskier.
This wasn’t an unusual picture. Even before they were lovers, Jaskier would frequently help Geralt wash his hair. But something had changed in the last few weeks. Frantic, stolen moments at camps and inns, neither of them knowing anything other than the fact they wanted each other utterly and indefinitely, changed to something neither of them planned for. To begin with, there was entirely too much and not enough thought, hands grasping for skin, lungs gasping for air, just two men who were making up for lost time. But it was those moments of intimacy, before they were together, that set the tone for what this was meant to be.
Jaskier had always felt protective over Geralt. The routines and decision making were welcomed by both of them. Geralt was all too happy to have someone else that he trusted handling choices that felt embarrassingly overwhelming when his mind was already filled with life-or-death choices. Picking clothes and soaps and food and endless, endless other mundane things seemed to be never ending, and something the bard actively wanted to provide help with. Neither of them decided this would be the way, it just was. Once they became an item, those little decisions that Jaskier made for some reason felt much more intimate than they normally would be. Jaskier was certain that the turning point however wasn’t the fact they’d started a relationship, it was the fact that Geralt had begun to ask for these things.
Not only that, but thank him.
It took a little while before Geralt worked up the courage, but Jaskier could remember it like it was yesterday, “Do you think …”, he started before his breath hitched. Geralt’s breath rarely hitched. Jaskier Looked over from his notebook. “Do I think what, Love?” He quizzed over Geralt’s body, watching as the man tugged fingers through the knots in his hair. It would be another week before the older man would outright ask Jaskier if he could brush it for him, and even more time before he thanked him. It had always gone unsaid, but the first time, the first time that Geralt tilted his head from where he was sitting between Jaskier’s legs, looking up just enough that it was close to eye contact, then said thank you, Jaskier knew something had changed. Automatically, Geralt spent more time on the floor so that he could rest his head on the bard’s lap. These bizarre nights where it felt even more intense than the nights in the camps and inns before, but they were doing ... nothing. Geralt would sit on the floor, and Jaskier would rest a steady hand on top of his head. Up until then, Jaskier had thought himself an expert in all areas of the bedroom, but there was no other word for it, this felt … strange.
So he sat. With Geralt. His fingers running through the witcher’s hair, wondering why he felt so needy tonight. No, needy wasn’t the word. He wasn’t longing or desperate. But he was something.
He looked down at the calm man who was totally lax underneath his touch. There wasn’t a fighter underneath his fingers, this man wasn’t capable of realising when he was too tired to go to bed, that was Jaskier’s job. His job.
His job. No one else’s.
Because Geralt, was his.
The whimper from beneath him pulled him out of the headspace he’d accidentally zoned into, when he realised his fingers were firmly holding the witcher’s hair. Enough of it that it tugged but didn’t hurt. Jaskier let go almost immediately as heat rushed into his cheeks.
“Sorry, Geralt I … “
“No-” Geralt’s eyes darted up with panic, like a pet that had accidentally freed itself from its leash then realised he had no idea where he actually wanted to run to other than back to his owner. Jaskier could see a million words running through his head, and all he wanted to do was speak for him, protect him from the choice. Words weren’t easy for the witcher, but questions were. And questions were bringing that strange, possessive feeling back to Jaskier’s stomach.
“It’s alright, Love, I’m here.” Jaskier put an open hand back to rest on his neck, of course he was there, where else would he be? He wasn’t sure where these words were coming from, but they began to spill out hypnotically. “Did you like that, Geralt? Me tugging on your hair like that?” The movement was minute but absolutely there, and Jaskier did everything in his power not to growl back at him. This was insane, he had no idea where this desperate need to keep him was coming from, but it was overwhelming and took over every part of his body. He was certain that if someone even so much as looked upon Geralt right now that he wouldn’t be able to hold himself back from defending his witcher.
Jaskier spread his legs, needing absolutely no gesture, only his gaze, to bring Geralt in between them. He was dizzy with it all.
“Does that feel better, Darling? Me holding you tight while you rest on my lap?” The bard was bewildered by the fact his words were coming out so steady and commanding when every movement by his lover was going straight to his cock, the words feeling like hot coals in his throat as the confidence threatened to leave at any moment. The thing was, though Jaskier was without a doubt harder than he’d ever been in his life, he didn’t want to fuck Geralt. He wanted him right where he was. Under his hand, his face pressed against his thigh, pliant and ready to take instruction.
Geralt nodded. And after a moment of silence, he uttered; “Thank you.”
GOD I GOT MY SUB A SHOCK COLLAR. PRESSING THE BUTTON AND SEEING HIM JERK AND SQUEAL AND THE BELLS ON HIM RING OH GOD !!!!!! IM IN HEAVEN !!!!! i cant wait im going to train him so fucking good
Domspace, for me, is a kind of intoxication—
but one that only exists because it is longed for on both sides.
Her surrender magnifies my authority,
my command deepens her surrender,
and the spiral of that desire is what leaves me high,
unshaken, and utterly bound to her.
