Nothing can describe how fucking intoxicating @gooobraghhh's sheer presence alone is.
When I was visiting her, I was high on her couch, already feeling easy and out of it when Giovanna straddled my lap and looked at me so intensely I felt like I was pinned in place. The high I already felt was intensified by a factor of 100 with her perched on top of my lap, running her hands all over my body and whispering filth in my ear.
I think I told her that out loud because I remember her getting off my lap and giggling at me patronizingly, telling me, "Awww, yeah puppy. That's the subspace." She sounded so sweet saying it, but her voice was dripping condescension, and she was looking at me like I was something to devour. I had to take a second to close my eyes and breathe because my head was spinning so much.
When all of my senses are engulfed in her presence, the world is narrowed down to her alone. The way she smells. The way she feels. The way she tastes. Her clear-cut confidence in her ownership of me.
In those moments, there is nothing I wouldn't do to be a good boy for her. I'm her well trained dog, at her every beck and call. Pleasing my handler is all that matters, and I would do whatever she asked to accomplish it. Anything to hear her praise me and sink me deeper into the beautifully warm, fuzzy feeling that comes from giving myself over to her.
