One could slip into subspace and still be responsive, most were. Sometimes if it came over the sub to quick, they'd become nonverbal or if they were in too much pain, they wouldn't be able to speak through it. While it was okay if they were in subspace, it was not if they were in that much pain, but if they overlapped and she couldn't tell me that she was in too much pain she could be gravelly injured without a way to tell me.

As soon as I'd realized what happened, I dropped the cane, unhooked her arms and carried her to the bed. Removing her arm restraint, I threw it over the side of the bed, not caring where it landed. I pulled her to my chest and rubbed her back and hair slowly, calmly, even though my insides were anything but calm.

Once she took a deep breath and realized where she was, I relaxed. As much as subs enjoyed subspace, doms enjoyed the adrenaline rush of taking control. As I answered her questions, I let my own high subside. That is, until she laughed about me forcing her to leave before she was ready to go. I didn't find it funny that she'd think I would make her leave when she was still coming down. Then again, she'd never been to subspace before or realize that it could be a very bad thing not to be nurtured right after a scene like we'd had.

She laughed uneasily and changed the subject to her questions.

"Sure, Precious, ask your questions." I wanted to take off her blindfold. I wanted to lay her down on the bed and let her feel the weight of my body over hers, but I knew that it would only lead to temptation and make it that much harder for me not to give in to her beautiful, curvy body.

Her hand lifted to rub my chest, but instead of asking her question, she sat up and looked in my direction. "I have a question, sir."

"I already said it was okay for you to ask them," I responded, unsure of where she was going.

"I mean, I guess, I have a request then." She moved uncomfortably for a moment.

"And what is that?" I lifted an eyebrow even though she couldn't see me. I was curious.

"Since I am not allowed to wear my clothing in here, sir, I was wondering if I could ask that you not wear your shirt." She took a quick breath and continued before I could respond. "I just think it would help our connection. You get to see me, I don't get to see you. If I could feel your skin, your heat, against me, it would help me feel more comfortable."

I rose and quickly unbuttoned my shirt before pulling it off and draping it over the foot of the bed. Returning to my spot, she lowered herself so that her head was once again to my chest, a contented sigh leaving her lips at the contact.

"Thank you, Master."

Biting back a groan at the term, I hoped she couldn't feel my throbbing cock  just inches away from her. Rewrapping my arms around her, I returned to rubbing her back. "Your questions, Precious?"

"Oh, right, sir. I’ve been thinking about these since the last time I was with you. I was wondering how long you think I will have to wear the blindfold, sir? It's not that I mind, but I would like to see you and everything going on as well." She drew shapes on my chest with the tip of one of her fingers.

"That will depend on how well you behave. It is to encourage submissive behaviors. You experience everything more vividly when you are lacking one of your senses and sight is the easiest and most efficient to take away. Do you fear me to be impossibly ugly or some such thing? Is that why you crave to see my face?" I knew it had to be one of the reasons a woman wouldn't want to be blindfolded by a man she'd never seen.

"Yes, sir. Well, no, sir. I mean, I don't think you are ugly, but I would like to have a face to put with your voice and your touch."

"What if I let you touch my face? Then you can get an idea of what I look like, but you are not allowed to remove the blindfold. Not yet." I grabbed her hand that had been drawing on my chest and held it to my cheek before moving it over my face, when she started to move it on her own, I let go and let her explore. I didn't know that it would help comfort her much, but it was the best I could do.

"Mmm," she hummed as she rubbed her hands against my beard stubble. Then she traced the outline of my lips repeatedly.

My cock jumped, begging for her attention while I tried to hold as still as I could for her perusal. Grabbing both her hands, I had to stop her from torturing me any further. "Your second question, Precious?"

"So, I've been doing some research on this whole BDSM lifestyle, and I’d just like to know if you have any other submissives besides me that you’re training?" She sat back, her hands falling from my grasp as she kept her distance from me.

Sitting up, I reached through the dark before grazing her shoulder. My hand slid up her shoulder to grasp the back of her neck, pulling her gently forward until we were practically nose to nose. "Precious, I don't have any other submissives. Before you caught my eye, I hadn't had a submissive in a long time. I was trying to deny who I was, who I used to be, but everything about you shouted for my dominant side to take over and make you mine. As much as you are surprised by our connection, I am as well. While I am teaching you the ways, I also want you to know you are very special to me." I don't know why I told her so much, but it came out so easily I couldn't hold it back. I wanted her so damn much, but we both had our own issues and I didn't want them to get in the way of what could very well be the woman meant for me.

"Can I ask another question, sir?" she hesitantly asked, her nerves in her voice.

"You aren't satisfied with your two questions?" I loosened my grip on her neck.

"I am, sir. I just don't understand why you picked me. Why me? What was it about me? I'm nothing special. There are much prettier women, women who are already trained to be your perfect submissive, women who wouldn't be so difficult and time consuming." Again, she pulled away from me.

"Precious, that's exactly it. Don't you see? You are special because you will be trained just for me. You will be the only person who knows exactly how to please me, as I will learn exactly how to give you what you need and want. Even with a trained submissive, it takes time to build a relationship that both parties are comfortable in." I paused trying to figure out how to explain it more to her.

"But we don't have sex," she added quietly.

"That's where most people are incorrect in their assumptions about BDSM relationships. It's not about sex. It's about finding pleasure in pain or being tied up or whatever your kink may be. If both partners agree to sex, then sex may occur, but it is not necessary," I informed her.

"Oh. I see." She moved off the opposite side of the bed. "Would you like to inspect my ass now, sir?"

"Yes." I wish I'd turned off the lights, but I'd moved so fast to make sure she was okay that I didn't think of it. I knew she was growing weary of the blindfold and not being able to see. Walking around the bed, I ran my hand down the length of her back before hooking my fingers in the sides of her panties. With one swoop, I pulled them down to her ankles. She let out a soft gasp, but didn't move. Tenderly, I ran my fingers along the lines that were still evident across her ass where the cane had come down. She'd have bruises from the cane, unlike the crop. Good. I was glad she'd have something to keep me on her mind over the next couple of days. "You will have some difficulties sitting over for a few days. I want you to think of me every time you feel the pain from it. Remember how it felt to soar in subspace because of me."