30 Seconds.

I got to his place and I sent him a text.

"Here."

He didn't respond but a few minutes later, I heard him buzz me in.  I walked up the stairs and he opened the door.

"Hi."
"Hi."
"Put your stuff down over there. Grab a drink from the fridge.  Or if you want a real drink, make one."
"No, I have to drive later."

I put down my bag and jacket and take off my blazer. And I get a bottle of water from the fridge.  I walk into his room and he's watching tv.  He looks over at me and walks towards me.  After some kissing, there's a long hug, after a few seconds I relax.  He grabs the base of my hair and pulls my head back and it makes me so wanton for him.  He nibbles on my ear and I moan out.  But then I see a look in his eye.  He puts his hand against my neck and starts to choke me.  Slowly, he pushes me up against the closet wall and let's go.  He then starts again and slowly I start to rise to my tippy toes, trying to escape  but I don't succeed.  I almost start gasping and he lets go of my throat.  He slaps me across the face several times and I hate it.  My ears stop ringing and he straightens his arm, looks at me straight in the eyes and he puts his right hand tightly around my neck.  I feel myself giving out.  When I start to come back I see him looking at me and I'm laying on the floor.

"Welcome back.  How long did you think you were out for?"

He asks and I blink my eyes a couple times and he says

"5 seconds, 30 seconds, a minute?"

I couldn't tell, so I respond with a minute.

"You were out for about 30 seconds." he says with a huge smile on his face.

"Lay there and rest for a little, I'll right be back."

First Drop.

We've been in this relationship for just over 3 months and it's my very first time feeling this way. I don't know if this is what sub drop is exactly about, but I think this is it.  I feel sick, needy, tired, and so unsure of how to feel about the session last night.  I just want to crawl up into a ball and throw a blanket over my head, which is probably what I'm going to do.

Last night, I was so happy and so fine. But it was much different than it had been before.  And of course, I choose to pick the hardest communication line with him when I should be using a more direct line of communication because I don't know how to explain myself. Not to mention he has a lot on his plate, but he did manage to get back to me not to long ago. Even when I am so unsure, I don't get how his response grounds me so much.  I guess that's why I've stuck with him.

I've made plans with my best friend to try to help with the drop because she is the person I want to be with when I want to be alone.  She is my rock.  So, eating yummy things and hanging out with the one person who knows the ins and outs of me should help me ease this.

-edit-
I'm still feeling pretty lousy, but he has reassured me several times this morning with texts.
It makes me feel loads better.  I guess time needs to pass.

His Friends.

It's now been a couple months since I've been S' sub. A while back, he had asked me if I wanted to serve his friends.  Being the person I am, it took a long time for me to answer the question.  I finally agreed and I talked to the girl for a while and a date was set.

She had told me just to ring the buzzer when I got to the apartment. So I did.  

S had texted me earlier.

"When are you meeting with them?"
"7:30."

"Are you ready?"
"That's a good question."

"How are you feeling?"
"Nervous."

As I was walking up to the third floor, my nerves were getting the best of me.  I almost stopped and turned around.  But she had been so nice and made me feel so comfortable when we met, I couldn't do that to her.  And I didn't want to disappoint S. So I took a breather and knocked on the door.  She answered and let me in.

I met him for the first time and it was also the first time I got a look at what he looked like.  Very handsome.  He took my coat and asked if I wanted anything to drink.  I asked for a glass of red wine and he went to pour me a glass.  

"Oh, take a seat." They both said.

I sat at one end of the couch and she sat at the other, leaving room for him to sit in the middle.  He handed me my glass and I thanked him.  Still not knowing what to expect, I slowly sipped on my wine and we began talking a little.  At first just general questions then more into the kink we do.

"So tell me about some of the things you've done with S."
"Uh...everything"
"So shy."

"Just start off with one thing."

"Hmm."
"Well when was the last time you saw him?"
"Yesterday.  So it's not hard to come up with something.  He blindfolded me yesterday."

"Ah that must have been fun."
"Yes, very."

Conversation started to cease and we all got busy.

Silk Scarf.

"Kneel." He says as he throws a pillow from the bed onto the floor.

He walks over with a silk scarf in his had and before he put it on, I knew it was about to blindfold me.  He ties the scarf over my eyes.

"Can you see anything?
"No sir."
"Good."

After some play...

"Lay down on the floor. You can use the pillow on your head."

I hear his shuffling around and then I hear him say...

"How many people do you think are in this room?"
"Uh, one?"
"So besides me, there's only one?"

I try listen harder to feet shuffling around, and I can't tell.

"Well two, if you count me..."
"Hahaha. How are you going to please my friends?"

At that very moment I froze.  We had talked about this, but I didn't think it was coming any time soon. I started to stutter and my palms started to get sweaty.

"Do you want them to take your mouth or your pussy?"
"I... Uh..."

With that he spit into my mouth, so I knew he was by my head.  All I could think was how much I didn't want to disappoint him.

"Answer the question."
"In my mouth sir."
"Good. Oh, there's no one else in this room.  It's just me and you today."

With that last sentence I was flooded with relief.  He undid my blindfold and had a big grin on his face.  And all I could do was stare at him in relief.

Four Weeks.

I saw him for the first time in over four weeks.  He had been busy and so had I and we just couldn't get a time to work out.

I was running late and the train just wasn't coming.  I hopped off the subway station and I decided to take a taxi, which is something I never do.  I get to his place and I text him.  He buzzes me in and I walk up the stairs and he opens the door and says hi.  I say hi back.  He kisses me and pins me against the wall while kissing me and I melt. I apologize for being late.  He takes my bag and wallet and places it on the floor and tells me to follow him. So I do.

"Clean this shelf, I'm going to be in my room for about 10 minutes. And kneel here when you're done." I look at the shelf and it is covered in a layer of dust.  "Yes, sir." He walks into his room and I get to work.  Soon, I finish and I kneel.  I hear him on the phone coming down the hallway.  He comes behind me and grabs my hair and puts my head against him.  As he continues his conversation, he tells me to move things to the shelf I just cleaned.  I do as I say.  He gets off the phone and we rearrange the stuff on his shelf.  At one point we do a little dance and he backs me into the shelf and kisses me.

We finish rearranging and he walks over to an adjustable stool and lowers the height. He unbuckles my pants and has me lay over the stool.  As I lay over, I hear his unbuckle his belt and I get the feeling that he's going to spank me with his belt.  With the first lash of his belt, I moan out in pain.  He continues to spank me with his belt and I cry out from the pain.  He stops and feels the slickness between my legs.

"Oh, what is this here? Answer my question."
"I'm very wet, sir."
"I can see that."

He slips a finger into me and I moan out in pleasure. He stops suddenly and starts spanking me with the belt again.