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"Fuck, look at her." he mutters, eyes glued to his phone, thumb flicking across the screen. He's messaging someone — some random whore with a slutty bio, probably — telling her how bad he'd wreck her. Meanwhile, he's wrecking you, hips slamming down hard enough to make your whole body jolt. His legs are pinning you, his thigh shoved up against your clit, grinding into it with every thrust. It's driving you mad, the pressure building fast, but he catches you..."Don't you dare cum, fucktoy" You bite your lip. You love being his toy. You love being his fleshlight.

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.”

It can look like:

Cuddling, holding, skin-to-skin grounding

Warm blankets, soft clothes, body heat

Words of praise, affection, reassurance

Space to talk about the scene, or gentle silence

Hydration and snacks

Caring for marks, kisses on bruises, gentle rubs

Quiet rituals: brushing hair, singing, poems, shared breath

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.

I give him drink after drink and make him shotgun smoke from my mouth. He's loving it, dancing with me, grinding on me. He doesn't even seem to care that we're brothers. He spills something all over the front of himself. Perfect. It's a great excuse to get him away from the party. So I offer to take him upstairs to help him get cleaned up. He comes with me on wobbly legs.

"Let your big brother take care of you," I tell him as I shove him into an empty room. It won't be empty here in a few minutes. I send a message to a group chat of all the people that paid me to fuck my little brother. Soon I have him undressed and splayed out in the middle of the bed. He doesn't seem to care when people start coming into the room. The person that paid the most money is the one that gets to go first.

They get to take his virginity. I turn on the camera and film the whole thing, start to finish. He likes it, the licking, sucking, pounding. He's a slut for it, moaning and cumming hard on each cock that enters him. He's bound to be sore tomorrow and his poor little tdick is red and raw from how hard he's rubbing it.

God his little cunt gets stretched by 5 cocks before someone flips the poor, sobbing, leaking kid over to stick their cock in his poor ass with nothing but spit for lube. But he moans and cums from a good ass pounding.

Jesus the amount of cream pies he's endured makes his tummy pooch out a bit. It's leaking all down his thighs and onto the bed. I wonder for a moment if he can take much more.

But in all actuality, he just wants to keep his baby brother to himself. He wants to be the one baby bro goes to when he needs advice or a cuddle or a cigarette a habit which big bro discourages. But he always ends up giving him one anyway.

So, when dad leaves for work in the summer when they don't have school, big bro always sneaks into his bed, just to cuddle, he says. But he spoons right against him and always manages to rub his half hard cock on the boy's ass.

Little bro is oblivious to the fact that his favorite person in the whole world is doing anything wrong. But how could it be wrong when it feels so good to have your brother rub his cock against your boycunt? How could it be wrong when he's so sweet and always kisses your ears and neck.

And it feels so good when he reaches around the front of your body to palm your little cock through your pajama pants. That once upon a time belonged to him when he wasn't so big and strong. And it wasn't a problem when he started to kiss you on the mouth and trail is hands down your body.

By the time summer is over he is able to do whatever he wanted with you. Lick your cunt and suck your little cock and it's never felt so good to not be able to breath because his cock was so big you could barely take it in your small mouth.