Destination Sub-SPACE: Prologue 2

Before we jump into Chapter 1 of Destination Subspace, some enlightening informational nuggets may serve us well.  In preparation for "Move In Day", the FIC's had spent several months of meticulous recruiting for the island.  Their labors resulted in the following soon to be inhabitants.

• 1000 Citizens:  These are the superior females for whom the island was established.  Many of them were personal friends, acquaintances, associates of the Females in Charge (FIC's).  The vast majority, however, had applied for citizenship.  Collectively the FIC's went through these applications and hand picked those that met the qualities expected.
• Successful, intelligent, progressive women
• Women that embraced the innate superiority of the female gender
• Healthy, active, type A women, that would benefit from an escape from "The Gray Days"
• 250 Females of Inferior Nature (FIN's)  These were to be very important women on Sub-SPACE, and were scrutinized by the FIC's before being chosen.  Their roles would be diverse and specific, as they would be the backbone of skilled labor...any job that was above trusting a slave to do.  These females can best be described as

• Young, beautiful, highly skilled in their personally chosen fields.  They would be the nurses, IT administrators, chefs and waitresses, research assistants, personal trainers, slave handlers.  They would enjoy their work because it was their passion.
• These FIN's had not yet fully grasped their superiority, and were maturing as individuals.
• Many of the FIN's aspired to becoming Citizens at some point and saw their opportunity on Sub-SPACE as a place to learn and grow in their femininity and superiority.
• 25 Males of Superior Breeding (MSB's)  These were young men who had been specifically sought/found/captured by Kelley the Female in Charge of Fun.  They were perfect specimens of the male gender...physically at least, and perfect as alpha slaves for Sub-SPACE.

• 2000 Male slaves mostly either coerced from the web or recommended from someone.  Every effort was made to make sure they were a diverse and quality sample of the males that were available.  These were chosen because...
• They had displayed geniune submissiveness either through their writing, blogging, or from references.
• They were healthy and ready for the duties that would await them on Sub-SPACE.
• They voluntarily sought a new reality...even if it wasn't exactly what they thought they were signing up for.

Things were in line...preparations had been made...and Day One of Sub-SPACE was about to begin.......

Destination Sub-SPACE: The Cast Part 1: Meet the FIC'ers

Janna's vision was to fashion her SPACE in a completely Female led manner.  Women would rule...Women would live their superiority...Women would control all aspects of everything.  Her wisdom of the Femdom World, and her execution of its principals in her own life spurred her on.  Knowing it would take sound leadership to make it all work, she set out to find women gifted in their particular fields...who would devote themselves to Sub-SPACE and it's success.  It didn't take as long as she expected, and soon had found her FIC's...Females in Charge...

·    Pria:  Female in Charge (FIC) of all Sub-SPACE Operations.  At the age of 55, Pria had conquered the world.  She had started and grown two of the most successful Real Estate Firms in England and served on several restructuring councils when London began adapting to The Gray Days.  Cool and calm, she never came across an issue she couldn't diffuse.  Balancing budgets and schedules was like buttering bread for her and when Janna approached her to be the Governor of Sub-SPACE, she knew this was the perfect career move...the last she would ever have to make.  As leader of this floating paradise, she could enjoy it all...influence, power, security, and most of all be the main player in molding the dream that Janna had birthed.   She was attractive for her age, but looked all of her 55 years.  With the most delightful cockney accent, she could hypnotize a room with her voice...and the wink of an eye.

·         Natia:  Female in Charge (FIC) of Slave Operations.  For the last 7 years Natia had run a professional dungeon in New York.  With an M.D. in pyschology and a PHD in male brains, she had successfully grown her enterprise to one of the largest BDSM havens in the world.  Fifty Pro-dommes in her employ and 1000's of customers, had given her the opportunity to become one of the premier authors and speakers on Female Supremacy.  29 years old and a specimen to behold, she wielded the whip just as well as her whit...and any man in her presence was reduced to dust at her spoken word.  Her responsibilities in Sub-SPACE were many, but from the beginning, recruiting slaves and filling stable ranks was her most urgent task.

·         Philly:  Female in Charge (FIC) of Homeland Technology and Science.  Philly had been unemployed for almost a year after being let go by one of China's most prestigious research universities.  Her "work" pushed even the boundaries of the forward thinking Asian population and she had been forced out.  Much of her experimental method both in behaviors and drug therapy never made the light of day...  When Janna approached her to head the Science and Technology portion of Sub-SPACE, she saw it as a way to once again, continue her "work".  Her gymnast figure and her sweet, angelic face are a stark contrast to her twisted and deviously modern thinking mind.

·         Kelley:  Female in Charge (FIC) of Citizen Engagement and Fulfillment.  Miss Kelley was Jenna's first choice for "FIC of Fun".  Having a reputation for throwing the most spectacular and mind expanding parties in Los Angeles, Kelly was the party girl of the century.  Jenna was quoted after interviewing Kelley for the position, "That girl would have fun if you dropped her off in the middle of the desert with nothing but a hair dryer."  Kelley had dated most of the young jet-set in Hollywood both male and female...and corrupted each and every one.  From her trend setting hair to her perfumed feet...Kelley was up for the challenge of making sure the women of Sub-SPACE lived a life of pleasure, excitement, and hedonistic morality.

Destination Sub-SPACE: The Prologue I

A work of original fiction by Hawk/Subspacesearcher

The world had just welcomed in the year 2021.  The past decade had rewritten what life was all about.  The global economy had been reduced to a shadow, and the countries that remained had reorganized in a base and casual effort to just sustain themselves.  Essentially, cooperation, unity, and common purpose were no more.  With each person, family, city, and country focused on not going backward...the world had found a gray balance, an empty, passionless, peaceful state, that seemed to point toward tomorrow.   It was a New World Attitude.

Advancements in technology had been significant enough to correct the environmental challenges of earlier days.  New agricultural processes had significantly erased hunger and famine in the developed regions of the planet.  With very little challenging the civilized portion of the human race, the world had stumbled on The Gray Years.  These were years without enlightenment, without motivation, the status quo becoming more like serenity.  Personal success was measured by avoiding stress and living comfortably...which everyone did.  Third world populations had mostly vanished, since First World countries had seen no need to keep them around.  They had starved or been killed off by disease, or had killed each other off...or who knows what.  All that mattered was, things were comfy and cozy for those that still lived, and that was enough for most everyone.

"Most"  is not a synonym for "All", however.  There were those who's decadence and greed were not satisfied by the New World Attitude, and they found ample opportunity to accumulate wealth.  A very small population of Aristocrat-like celebrities amassed large fortunes through media, technology, and resource exploitation.  This new "Class" had very little interest in The Gray Years, and turned their attentions to more selfish pursuits...creating their own self sustaining SPACES...their own little world's within the world...their own Utopia's...in accordance with their own fanciful images of perfection.  Where they could live their lives like Gods.

These "SPACES" were actually Eco-cities, to use a term from days gone by.  Floating cities that could sustain themselves completely.  No emissions, no fossil fuels, completely recharging and self sufficient.  Through wind, solar, hydro, and cyber power...these human-made islands were capable of supporting populations into the tens of thousands...with little or no need for interaction with the rest of the world.

Enter Janna.  Queen of the silver screen, Princess of the Internet highway, Baroness of world economics.  She had taken advantage of every opportunity The Gray Years had presented, cashing in on every business venture and every bureaucratic loophole...and had amassed a fortune unfathomable to the common man.  Several of her Aristocratic peers had already purchased and launched their own SPACES, but  Janna was not going to be left behind...in fact, she was going to rewrite the whole concept on her terms.  She contracted an available SPACE of the latest and greatest fashion, recruited a team of qualified leaders, experts and administrators, and within a year had her own SPACE floating several hundred miles off the coast of southern California.  It was named Sub-SPACE, and it was not to be your ordinary off shore utopia.

This is where our yarn begins to ravel :-) 

Fiction Update: A 2011 Project

For sometime, I've been mentally toiling over a creative writing project.  After reading the news on Yahoo the other day, I believe I've nailed down a theme and story line that I'll be unleashing in the coming days.  Posting bite size portions on here, and keeping an up-to-date full version available somewhere else online....eventually ending in a novella or something of that nature. 

I'll be posting the prologue tonight, but wanted to throw out an opportunity to those of you who are "cut from the creative cloth".  Here are the opportunities to be part of the project...

• If any of you are artists or wanna-be artists...I'd love to give you a chance to possibly do some illustrations in whatever medium you prefer.  I'll paint the mental picture...and you put your personal touch on it.
• If you have an idea for a character you'd like me to "write in" to the story, that would be a fun challenge for me.  Could be male/female/dominant/submissive/a creature/etc...my mind is wide open and would enjoy hearing some of your "mind's creations".  Maybe you'd just like to have yourself be written into the story?  That's okay too :-)

If you have any questions or any interest at all in the above...let me know!

Prologue arriving on your Blog shelves this week :-)

Fiction: Alone yet Not

It had been one week since I'd seen Mistress, and as I rang the doorbell, the frozen wind of mid January ran its chilled fingers through my hair.  A tear slowly made its way from my eye.  The door opened and I took a few steps in, far enough for the door to close behind me and knelt on the floor.  Within seconds I felt my collar being tightly placed around my neck and heard the lock click shut.  Just as fast I was shrouded in darkness as her favorite blindfold was pulled over my head and left snug over my eyes. 

"Slide off your shoes and your coat slave boy." I heard her almost whisper.  I did and then I heard my leash being attached to the ring hanging from the leather around my neck.  "Follow me carefully on your hands and knees. We're going to the basement and I DON'T want you to screw up my fun by tumbling down the stairs."  I felt the leash tugging at me, and followed it as she pulled me to the basement door.  I very slowly crawled down the stairs behind her...one step at a time...making sure not to slip.  Once at the bottom, she led me to the center of her lair.  I could see nothing, but since I'd been there many times, I had a rough idea of where I was.  I felt her pulling at my sweatshirt...up and over my head..."Stand up" she said almost inaudibly...and those were the last words I heard all night.  The button on my jeans was undone...the zipper...and my pants fell to the ground.  I stepped out of them. 

What happened next still is left to my imagination...but all at once it seemed like there were hands all over me...and before I could even begin to decipher what was going on, I had cuffs on wrists and ankles...my legs were spread and held in place by a spreader bar...and my arms were raised up to the ceiling and fastened in a way that I was completely stretched out with no slack or wiggle room at all for any of my limbs.

I felt something cold pressed against the back of my neck and then heard the unmistakable sound of tape being ripped and then being pressed over the cold object...followed by my ears being stuffed with something soft.  I hung there, blind and deaf for at least 5 minutes.  Fingers prying my mouth open and...her favorite gag (I knew it well) was pushed into my mouth and tightened around my head severely.  Then decibel by decibel...I heard music...electro dance music...louder and louder until it was filling my brain.  An ipod had obviously been taped to my back and was now being pumped into my ears.

Fiction: I Can't take Anymore (A Memory)

It had already been hours since I had arrived at Mistress's home.  She had unleashed a world of suffering on me, through every method she knew...especially my nipple training.  The majority of my body was quivering, and the minority that wasn't was dodging the blows from her crop.  The afternoon was almost over and I assumed she was about to dismiss me...but that wasn't the case.  I stood before her as a clover clamp was placed on each of my nipples and they were joined by a heavy chain that provided tension and an evil weight was dangled from the chain. She sat at her bureau to do her hair and makeup before going out for the evening, and had me wedge my nose in her ass crack while she worked. As the minutes passed, the chain's weight began to pull at my nipples making it more and more uncomfortable to the point I almost had tears in my eyes.

When she had completed her preparations, she got down on the floor facing me and looked me in the eyes. She could tell I was at my limit with the pain. A good Domme can just sense my pain by looking in my eyes. She pushed the chain like a swing and I almost passed out...praying the clamps would pull themselves off with the motion of the chain...but they didn't. When the chain came to a stop, she mercifully but quickly pinched the clamps and let them fall to the floor. I closed my eyes and fought off a scream as the blood and nerves rushed back to the ends of my nipples.

Fiction: Goddess Plays A New Game

Sparrow and I knelt before her, worshiping her feet and looking up into her eyes.  She had an interesting smirk that I've rarely seen as she began,

"Tonight, my pets, we're going to play a game that a friend of mine shared with me, although I've made it my own with a few improvements.  If either of you need to use the restroom, do it now and return to your worship position when you are finished."

Having had a cup of coffee earlier, I immediately went to the restroom and took care of business...then returned to her feet.  Sparrow had remained at Ma'am's feet and was speaking to her in a hushed voice as I got back.

Fiction: A Lesson in Humility

We arrived at the club as it opened once again.  We had gotten comfortable with the atmosphere, the people, and generally were very comfortable using this place as our "head quarters" for scenes and playing.  Over the course of the week, my owner had been dropping hints that because I had been serving well, I was going to be rewarded with my favorite sub activities and even, much to my delight, orgasms.  All week I had a spring in my step anticipating a "subbie dream come true" session on Saturday.

As we entered, I dropped to my knees and kissed her feet (as is one of her rules) and invited her to take a seat and get comfortable so I could worship her feet properly.  As I began my massage, Ma'am started asking me questions like, "You've been looking forward to tonight haven't you?", "Is your erection ready for the release we talked about?", "Which of your favorite things would you like to start with tonight?"  It seemed as though I was going to get a royal sub treatment.  Ma'am is very kind and loving, and since I had done everything in my power to serve her well...I was "Proud" that she was recognizing my efforts and planning a reward for me.

Night 2 @the Club

On Friday night, Goddess, Hubby, and I again went to the local club for more get acquainted time.  Goddess and I have been chatting online daily to keep getting to know each other and talk through all the things that come up between a Domme and a new sub.  Here are the bullets of our time together:

Goddess Perfectus (Fiction)

I had just finished 30 minutes of massaging, kissing, and sucking her toes and feet, as it became apparent that the club was going to be slow again that night.  "Let's take your training a step forward my dear Hawk" she said in her soft but commanding voice.  We walked into the semi-private room (the one with big glass windows for those who cared to watch) and I stripped down, out of my clothes and submitted to whatever she had planned.  She placed cuffs on my wrists and ankles and proceeded to secure me to the tall wooden cross in the corner.  I was stretched out nicely and had very little room for movement at all.  She placed a gag in my mouth and stepped back to admire her new property.  I looked into her eyes as she grabbed the small nipple whip and began to slowly sensitize both my nipples...bringing the blood to the surface...not really causing much pain, but building up a warmth on my skin.  Once satisfied with the shade of pink around each nipple...she continued...

Sub Sister: Part 1

It was going to be something new, as tonight Ma'am was going to introduce another sub into our little circle.  Up until now, it had been her, her hubby, and myself...but tonight Ma'am would have 3 subs to play with and the smile on her face displayed her enthusiasm.  I waited in the parking lot of the club as they pulled up.  The three of them had just had dinner to get aquainted and converse before we all got together for the evening.  Ma'am had told me very little about the person joining us, other than she was similiar in age and likeminded on most of the important things.

Fiction: Monday Nights

I arrive at her home one minute early and kneel at her door until exactly 7pm. The door opens and I crawl into the foyer with my eyes to the floor. She steps barefoot in front of me and await her tender voice...

"Clean them...bitch"

I lower my face until my tongue begins bathing her toes...instep...ankles...back to her toes.

"That's enough, get started" she says

Fiction: I Can Do This

Because of our schedules, it had been two weeks since we had seen each other. Finally, we had a whole day to spend together and I was very excited to see her as I quietly let myself in to her apartment at 7am. I had instructions of household tasks that I was to perform quietly while Mistress slept. I dusted and deep cleaned the living room and kitchen, as well as did the laundry. It was almost 10am when I returned with the folded clothes, and found her sitting in the living room enjoying a cup of coffee. I crawled to her feet and with my tongue on her toes and my eyes looking straight into hers...I worshiped her and let her know how badly I had missed her. As she finished her coffee she spoke for the first time, "strip and kneel" which I did.
Mistress circled behind me and went to work as she hog tied my hands and feet behind me. "We're going to see if you have lost any of your good sub qualities while we've been apart. A lot is going to happen in the next couple hours and you are going to be challenged with focusing on one thing...pleasuring me...dispite all the other sensations." I really had no idea what was coming, but didn't have to wait long.
Firstly, Mistress took 2 nipple clamps and attached them to my nippled so that the clamps laid flat against my body hanging down. The pain was moderate and I was able to fight through the initial sting of them being put on. I thought, "I can do this"........