Mmmmm Subspace

I noticed while reading reviews that I should continue with a series of posts I’d begun some time ago. I began with my thoughts on the use of safe-words and my choice of vocabulary—submissive vs. slave etc. 

The intention was to write about consent, and consensual non-consent. Then, life and writing the series Not Even Death sort of got in the way of my best laid plans (okay, maybe the path wasn’t paved completely!) Since reading the reviews I’m doubling back to my course and thought it could be beneficial to address some things.

My work—most likely all of it—will involve a Master/slave relationship dynamic. There may be apprehension in some of the characters at different points. They may begin submissive and ultimately freely choose to become slaves (and dominants, at the end of the day, will become Masters)—all  under the leathery warmth of the M/s umbrella.

* Note: The strength to opt to submit to someone completely is not for the weak. The women I write are strong to start but find a quiet, gentle strength in submission. They also find peace and freedom by letting go. Dominants don't always embrace their role either, and trusting their submissive is paramount!

With that all said, my stories are NOT “Fifty-Shades of Grey.” No one will be saved from the BDSM life. The men will all have their balls firmly attached by the end—and not in the woman’s jewelry box. 

They are written to show the reality of what an actual (I won’t say 'twue.' Lifestylers will understand this) Master/slave relationship can look like. 

To some, it will be beautiful. To others, it may seem uncomfortable and yet…intriguing. Others may find they like their bread buttered differently—and that’s perfectly fine.

I’ve mentioned before, I paint when I write—choosing the colors that make up the scenes in my mind. I’ve also recently been told that my writing is lyrical—like a song without music (I enjoyed this one of course!) Music inspires me and when I paint/write I try to pick familiar hues to describe unfamiliar things. One of those things is my description of subspace in NotEven Death #2-Still Your Master.

•  …like a distant dream. The endorphins bouncing from synapse to synapse diffused her senses—everything was a singular euphoria. She imagined light around her—illuminating—rising in a ball around the cage.

•   Her mind was in a twinkling sea of warm luminosity—thoughts came in quick glints and gleams. Oh how I missed this place…I’m finally home again.

•   She hovered above the scene—flying—in space.

•  Her voice sounded slow—like begging through marshmallow. 

           "Come baby.” His voice managed to slice through the thick fluff and then she was gone again.

•  With each pulsation the endorphins spread rapidly, like a warm anesthesia overcoming her with peace.

•   In a blissful sphere, floating safely—she welcomed it all.

These are some of my descriptions for subspace. Whether it be a runner’s high—a really drunken night—being put under anesthesia or the heavenly intensity of a great orgasm, most of us have experienced something comparable and can relate to at least one of the descriptors (or would want to.)

When it’s something shared with a trusted partner it becomes all the more beautiful.

Reaching subspace takes skill on the part of the dominant partner. It would be foolish to ride on the back of someone’s motorcycle if they’d never ridden before and the same goes with subspace. If you’re starting new with your partner and are novices it may take time to reach space and to learn how to play safely (but there are many local communities with work-shops for this purpose.)

Subspace can also have its drawbacks and aftercare is important. Proper hydration, replenishing carbs and some TLC are part of this. Some (not all) may experience "sub-drop" or "dom-drop" in the days that follow such a high/expenditure of energy (I may touch on all three topics in depth at some point later.)

Another lingering effect—my personal favorite—is what I’ve always termed “slave space.” This, to me, is much better than the high. This is one point where I prefer the hang-over effect to the high itself.

Slave-space to me is a centering experience. Resistance falls away—light bulb moments about your service may abound—it’s like walking on fluffy clouds, the warm coziness of Christmas in your heart and mind (without the big bills!) This mind/heart set is what enables my characters to feel the freedom to obey and experience life to the fullest.

In conclusion:

My goal when I write  is to show the transformation of the heroine—through love and submission to the hero, but also to her own true nature.

To give a glimpse of things unfamiliar in a way that’s understandable for newbies.

And for those in the lifestyle to have “Ooooo I remember that!” moments.

More on the topic of consent later (you can see it in this linked blog post to some extent.) I do make it crystal clear that my characters are open to each and every thing they engage in—they want it, crave it and would rather crawl into the nearest cave without it!

~B.B.

Vocabulary list to follow. I'm also working on some stuff for book club discussions and will add them when the series is complete.

AUTHOR'S CHOICE SAMPLE-Not Even Death #3-Always Your Master *Sneak Peek*

Rough cover copy

This is an excerpt from yet to be released, third installment in the Not Even Death series. 

Coming soon!

Hope you enjoy the teaser! ~B.B. 

Calico felt a hand on her ankle and running up her naked thigh. The duvet cover 

was pulled back and the chill of the room air hit her warm flesh causing goose 

bumps to spread across her sleeping form.

 She tried to move but the pressure of a large hand on her head made it 

impossible.

 “Be still slut…school is in—tomorrow—is here.” The Bishop’s voice broke 

into her dreamy thoughts. 

Is this really happening?

​ Her legs were roughly pulled apart—his other hand grabbed her hips—positioning her for use.

 “Your sweet little pussy is so ripe for my taking. I’ve heard the stories but it’s so much better to find out 

for myself.” 

​ His hand remained on her head, pressing it into the bed. His other hand began working in and out, 

spreading and inspecting all her folds.

 “A sincere heart…an open mind…and a wet pussy are the best foundation for learning.” His hot breath 

warmed her ear and sent shivers through her wanton exposure as his fingers continued to explore.

 “Yes…” She tried to speak.

 “Quiet slut! I don’t want to hear you now. I want you to feel me as I prepare you.”

​ After all her training Calico responded well to a Master’s touch, but she couldn’t believe she was 

genuinely turned on by the Bishop.

  Holy shit he’s gotten sexy—use me please. Your pleasure and lessons are much more important than 

my sleep.
 

His large hands pulled her apart, her vulnerability only added to the passion building inside. She could 

feel his eyes, touching her everywhere followed by his fingers. He stroked her lips and then her tight, 

pink puckered hole. He’d never touched her this way before, and something in his brash manner made 

her flush with heat.

 “Carissa would never have been capable of this—your reaction is very pleasing Pet.” He couldn’t 

believe how she’d grown and changed since graduation. His friend had done a remarkable job continuing her education. Any doubts he’d had about participating in her retraining melted away as he prepared to take her. 

 Using her sweet nectar he slowly pumped his thick cock to the delicious sight before him. Stroking 

between her lips he coated his head with her wetness—it glistened in the glow of the room.

 “Kiss my ring slut.” He said offering his pierced head to the prone slave.

 Calico felt a flood of excitement race through her. Oh—my—he’s fucking hot!
 She graciously accepted the invitation, kissing the large steel ring adorning the thick head. She licked 

and kissed in a sensual offering of submission and respect. She’d never experienced a Prince Albert 

before but there was something so erotic about having to kiss his sacred ring. 

 “What a good slave you’ve become…I will use you so well during our time. I want to take your 

everything in my hands—mold you to the desires of your One—and use it all for my pleasure.”

 The pressure on her head was removed and yet she didn’t try to budge—she could feel him—holding 

her—by his will alone. 



He’s molding me for my One—for Markus?  

The ring was at her entrance, covered but still an added sensation. She loved the strange new feeling as 

it entered her completely.

 He began slowly, teasing and opening her hole. She didn’t try to move as his hands held her hips to 

ensure his pleasure. The feeling of fullness increased as he grew harder within her warm, wet, fuck hole. 

The more he took, the wetter she became and then his thrusts increased.

 “Such a good, dirty little girl you are…what a lovely hole to use.” He marveled at her obedience—so 

different from the flippant little bitch he’d first met. He’d enjoyed punishing her then and now he would 

enjoy it all. 

 Calico steadied and stilled herself as best she could. She knew her job was that of a hole for his desire. 

If he wanted something other he would surely let her know, until that time she would relish being taken 

for his delight.

 “I will take everything slave—your body is but only a part. I will take your mind—your heart—and 

anything else I choose.” He plunged deeper, making sure to hit bottom as he did.

Oh, fuck that hurts!

 Calico whimpered and sucked in hard as the ring grazed her cervix—she didn’t dare speak. 
​


Please Your Excellency, don’t stop! Because I hate it you must continue—I need it!
 “I will take your pain—your delicious salty tears—I will remind you of the importance of transparency.” 

He continued slow and deep—knowing she’d cry for him before he was done. Thinking back to his discussion with 

Markus—early on in her training—made him smile.


 “If you want tears,” He’d advised, “take her in her sleep. In that dream like state her emotions will be 

heightened and the tears will flow freely….once they begin—do not stop!"

 Breaking a slave and caring for her afterward could be such a bonding experience. When Markus 

reported back, he was pleased and amazed at how well it worked.

 He flipped Calico over—grabbing her legs and holding her feet. He didn’t want to waste the delightful 

tears on the pillows and knew they’d come soon.

 The thrusts came faster—landing deeper as they reached the bottom. The pain was exquisite 

torment—she knew he enjoyed hurting her and it pushed her to the breaking point.

 Above the loud storm of emotions brewing in her mind she could hear slave bells jingle in the distance. 

The hand on my ankle! The combination of pain and pleasure multiplied with each soft, little chime. 

 “I can read you Pet…I will take your pleasure…but first I’ll take your tears.” His grip on her feet 

tightened as he drove his dick harder into her tight pussy—torturing her with his ring and his desires.

​ “Look at me slut, I want to watch you break into beautiful little bits as I take what I want.” 

The look on her face was spectacular—he knew she was almost there.

 The sudden invitation for eye contact was followed by her unexpected response. Under his intense 

stare—her chest became heavy—her throat clenched—and the tears began to fall free.

 As soon as her cheeks became wet he leaned forward, pressing her legs into her tits—his cock was 

somehow touching places it hadn’t before—as he propelled himself forcefully into her she felt relief. His

fingers wiped at her cheeks and then pressed into her mouth—forcing her to lick the salt of her 

wounds. 

​

Oh, yes, thank you Sir! 


The soft tongue of the Bishop caressed her cheeks, kissing the sought after tears.

 “Now slave…I will take your pleasure…and you will give me mine.” His voice didn’t sound harsh to 

her heart—his words exhilarated and pushed her over—she knew he’d catch her. 

 “Come now slave—with me—do not deny me.” 

​ The budding orgasm blossomed steadily—watered by the release of the tears. The Bishop, with his 

stern and seductive gaze did not back off as she surrendered it all to him. The petals grew and spread 

throughout—reaching every part of her. The ring—his steel thorn—continued to inflict the intentional 

nourishment of her tears as he reached eruption.

 Her body began to tremble beneath him as the last petal opened fully—the throbbing came in strong, 

successive bursts—milking every bit of pleasure she could from his pulsing cock. Her come soaked his 

balls as her tears soaked her cheeks—he’d taken everything he desired. 

 He kissed her tear stained cheeks and whispered, “What a gratifying slave you are Pet.” His salty 

lips skimmed her mouth in a delicate kiss.

​ “Now, be a good girl and clean me. School has just begun.”

 Calico rose quickly to attend her duties.

 “Crawl for me slut.” The Bishop said, relaxing on the bed waiting to be tended to.

 She dropped to her knees and crawled toward the bathroom. She felt him staring after her and 

turned to see him reclining.

​ That’s so strange, I feel like someone is watching me.        

AUTHOR'S CHOICE SAMPLE- Not Even Death #2-Still Your Master

With the toy, and the audio files, she’d spent a lot of time in her cage, continuing to 

condition what he’d trained. Hearing him, feeling him and knowing he’d expect her 

to remain capable for Blaze always brought her back for more. 

​After seeing the old pictures and the dress, she needed to spend time with Markus 

more than ever. Markus and Blaze—at the same time—there really is a Santa 

Claus after all!
​ 

She crawled, naked, into the cage and found the special box that held the phallus. 

The case was smooth—black and silver—and could pass for a display box for 

fine jewelry. The silver snap in the front was ornamental and added to its simple 

elegance. She removed the silicone toy from the black satin lined box and gave it 

a reverent kiss. 
​ 
“Hello Master, thank you for this wonderful keepsake.” She spoke out loud to him, as she’d done so 

many times since his passing. She didn’t want to hazard that he could hear her and not honor him properly.

 ​ 
Laying back she continued to kiss the toy, moistening the head with a swirling tongue as she imagined 

Markus introducing her to Blaze. The scene in her mind darted around before settling in a nightclub. 

​Is this Master’s club, or Blaze’s? 

She tried to focus, blocking out unnecessary input.
​ 
They were in what appeared to be a V.I.P. room, set above the distant revelry. The wide aperture of 

her mind’s eye could see only the three of them—the distant lights flickering in a colorful haze around 

them—bathed them in a warm glow. 

She slowly explored herself, gently rubbing on her clit as she tried to get lost in her vision. 
​“Blaze, I would like you to meet my precious slave, Calico.” She sat on Markus’ lap—the faces of the

 Masters filled the frame of the picture in her mind.

​Her finger slid up and down—teasing—before introducing the toy.

She looks as succulent as you described.” The lust in his voice was unmistakable and the dangerous smile in his eyes flashed bright in the darkened loft.

​

“Oh, I assure you she is that. Aren’t you Kitten?” Markus’ hand slid easily underher short skirt, 

lifting and exposing her to Blaze. 

 She blushed, “Yes Sir, if it pleases you.” Why did I say that? That’s the wrong response!

"Please forgive her.” He chuckled. “You must be getting to her Blaze.” His amusement grew and was joined by Blaze’s deep, throaty laugh.

​Without warning—save for experience—she was prostrate over her owner’s lap. How humiliating, in front of him, of all people.

​

She took the toy from her mouth and began stroking it between her lips. The sweet seduction was just 

like Markus.
Her ass was bared, and shining like a full, harvest moon. The long dark tresses grazed the floor as 

her head rested on her Master’s shoe. In one quick twist, he’d reduced her to holes and heels.  The 

shame of it all—damn I’m so wet!

“Would you like to try another answer Kitten?” He teased as a hand landed on her upturned mounds. 

Fingers began to explore her folds—she could see in her mind—the fingers were glistening, Markus’. 

Blaze was the sole attendee of a command performance.

​
“Yes, please Sir.” She spoke from where her head rest below.

​
​His hand came down again, as the fingers displayed her further—her passion taking center stage.

“Feel free to touch her, you’ll find she’s as receptive as I promised.”

As she struggled to find the words, new fingers—longer and of larger hands—began stroking her 

already tuned instrument. His touch was adept at hitting the right chords without as much as a lesson.

 “I’m sorry Kitten I don’t think we heard you. Didn’t you have something to say?” Markus was 

enjoying her frustration. The fingers continued playing and the hand resumed spanking.  “What was 

the question again—please Sir?” With the blood rushing to her head, and the music rushing to her 

fluttering sex—she couldn’t remember a thing.
​
 “She’s really very sweet, just easily preoccupied.” The spanking ceased and more fingers joined the 

song being played in her now throbbing pussy.

Markus’ hand was at the back of her neck, fisting her hair and pulling her up.

The question Kitten—you are as succulent as I promised, aren’t you?” Before she could call the words forth, fingers were thrust into her mouth. She licked her own desire, hungry to please.

Dipping a finger to her wetness she enacted the vision, sucking her fingers as if they were his.​

When the fingers were clean, her mouth no longer full—she replied. “Yes, Sir—I am—succulent and sweet…like a juicy peach.”

​
She spoke the words out loud, and felt a surge of excitement at the admission. She reveled in being made to talk dirty. Owning her desire and wanton lust turned her into a shameless slut—she was soaked.

“See how much she loves to be controlled? How she responds when she admits exactly what she is.” 

Markus was opening her further to Blaze—showing him the sweet honey of her pleasure—an 

invitation to feast.

​ Blaze added more fingers to her hole. As both men continued to fill her, she opened to 

accommodate—imploring them—don’t stop, please—keep going!

The teasing of the toy, the sizzling scene in her mind, had her climbing—reaching for the crest—enjoying the journey. She wanted to savor every step and draw it out as long as she could. The toy teased inside with shallow penetration.

When she returned to the dream, Blaze’s cock was in his hand, pumping in a slow steady tempo. The other hand cupped his balls, stroking gently—filling them with hot, sticky yearning.

She knew he had a large cock, she’d heard the stories. The cock in her mind was exquisite—she couldn’t wait to feel him, taking every hole—hard, unyielding—completely.

​ "I want to acquaint your cock with my slave.” Markus said, taking Blaze’s shaft from his grip—continuing the pace.

She knew something like this would never have happened in real life. Still, the idea of Markus taking another man’s cock in hand—granting access to her—caused an unprecedented rush that consumed her.​

Markus was now behind Blaze—holding, stroking—preparing his entrance. He rubbed Blaze’s cockhead up and down, between the wet, pink folds. Calico was on her back holding her legs wide, tilting up—welcoming his use.

​

“Talk dirty to her…tell her what a slut she is.” Markus was guiding Blaze, revealing her secret buttons.

 The soft, spongy tip of Blaze’s cock was at her opening—she longed to beg but was quiet. She gazed 

longingly into her Master’s shining platinum eyes.

“Do you accept the offer to enjoy my slave?”

“Fuck yes; I want your sweet little slut!” Blaze said—throwing back his inky black mane— in closed-eyed ecstasy.

​
“You can use her as you please, that is something else she responds quite well to. The less control she 

has, the more she’ll respond.” Markus said, burying Blaze into her wetness up to the ridge. He was 

teasing all of them, controlling the scene.

Calico pushed the toy in a bit further, just past the ridge at the base of the tip. The lube from her wicked lust coated the toy and saturated the bedding beneath her ass.


She’s yours to enjoy—take her at will.” Markus was now behind her head, holding her legs up and open. The force of his grip pulled her back and up—divulging everything—inviting anything.

She could feel the orgasm building, as she continued to climb. She could see the top and knew it wouldn’t be long before she lost all control.​ Hold out as long as you can Kitten, pace yourself. He was everywhere!​

Blaze began to slowly thrust into her—each time going all the way—his tight, full balls playing a song against her skin as he hit bottom. 
​ She moved the toy in the same way he fucked her—slamming in all the way—slow, seductive—forceful.

Markus continued holding her open—still—bound. She couldn’t move to meet the thrusts— she 

squeezed tightly, trying to stroke his cock with her pussy. But the momentum was his alone and she 

could only accept what he gave as it was given. His teasing hardness was wondrous torture—and the 

look in his eyes left her awestruck. With a perfect rhythm he worked her up, the tempo 

building—raising her to the heights.

 “Do you want to show me how grateful you are for my attention Kitty, show me how great I make you 

feel?” He coaxed her to the edge.

 Looking up to Markus, then to Blaze—waiting for permission.
​
 “Tell him Kitten, tell him how appreciative you are.” Markus commanded.

 “Yes…please Sir…I am so grateful…please let me show you Sir.” She begged for release—for 

freedom to express her gratitude.

​“Markus, she is very eager to please—you were right—I’ll enjoy her immensely.”

 He continued as she barely held her footing on the edge of the cliff. Her body shook, her back tried 

to arch in Markus’ hold.

“Please, Sir…please…May I come? Oh please?” She knew she couldn’t hold out much longer, she 

couldn’t disobey and yet she was restrained and couldn’t move to resist.

 “Please, Sir…I don’t want to come without permission….I beg you.”Calico pleaded with her body, 

her eyes—her urgent pleas.

​“Show me Kitty—take every inch of my cock and coat it with your gratitude.”

He began plunging harder, deeper and faster—his song was nearing climax—carrying her with it.

 “Thank you Sir…Oh thank you…” She managed through clenched teeth. Tears filled her eyes and a 

primal sound escaped her soul as she pulsed on his shaft in glorious release. The pulsing beat of her 

orgasm continued, joining his rhythm—milking him with the intense grip of her passion.

​ Suddenly she was pulled by her hair to her knees, in front of the ready to explode cocks of both men. 

As she rode out the end of her solo orgasm, she continued thrusting….dreaming of the joint pleasure of 

the Masters. She sucked the toy clean—kissed it and said, “Thank you for my life Sir…thank you for 

remaining here…still.”

 After a few moments she crawled out of the cage and took the toy to the bathroom for washing. In her 

trance like state she remembered.

 “Oh no, I forgot the boots!” She squealed.
​
 Cleaning the toy could wait—she had a task to complete.

​
​

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Safe-Words and Some Other Alphabet Soup

After reading some posts on an author message board I thought it might be a good idea to expound on my thoughts regarding safe-words and consent within my work. I'll begin with the often discussed, convoluted, misinterpreted and overused concept of the safe-word.


The BDSM Lifestyle is not a one-size-fits all lifestyle. Terms and protocols within the lifestyle vary from couple to couple (or person to person for those in the seeking stage) and what a term means to one person may mean something entirely different to someone else.

Sort of like the words "love" or “romance”—What I mean when I say these words could be on the opposite end of the spectrum from what you, he or they mean.

~SAFETY POLICE~

I'll begin with safe-words—super pet peeve of mine—since there seems to be the occasional (too often) misunderstanding when it comes to their use. My favorite misconstrued concept is: Because of safe-words the submissive/slave is really the one  in control.

As a submissive or slave do you want to really be the one in control? Do you want to just manipulate things and make the dominant your puppet? Then maybe you're kinky, but you aren't submissive. It's fine to be kinky, there's no shame in it—but call it what it is. Be honest with yourself so you can be honest with the one (s) you are involved with.


The purpose safe-words serve is as an alternate form of communication. The most common words used are Red-Yellow-Green (their meaning is obvious) and are not words that would come up in scene unless to serve their purpose. I've read of some who have very specific words (like a maiden name for instance.) 

But what are they? What aren't they?

~What Safe-Words Are~
They are a signal to the dominant that the play is maybe nearing a point that is close to the non-dominant partner's threshold for pain or suddenly past that threshold (this could be psychological/physical/sexual/emotional.) This is where the dominant is supposed to STOP and ASSESS the situation. 

In the case of a submissive (in my definition one who consents per activity) the submissive could decide if they wanted, were able, to continue with the activity at hand and their partner should comply with these wishes.


If this is a situation with a slave (in my definition, one who consents one time only and is owned, property or similar) the Master would/should stop to assess things,just as the dominant should. The difference comes with the decision of continuing or not. The Master, has the right (within the context of their dynamic) to continue if there is NO HARM being done. If the slave is merely uncomfortable or in pain, the Master can opt to continue—no harm, no foul. If the Master enjoys inflicting intense pain and relishes the sight of his slave in tears, and KNOWS that she/he is not being harmed, he may continue if it pleases him.

Safe-words can be useful at times, but what about when the endorphin rush, or sub-space is so deep the submissive/slave cannot communicate verbally? This can and does happen.

In these situations a safe-word/sign (non-verbal cue) can be useless. This is where trust and knowledge of the slave/submissive's capability is paramount. If the slave is transparent (100% open to the Master) the Master will be able to judge the situation. If the slave had a hard day, is ill, has emotional triggers etc. and communicates these things, he/she is giving the Master what he needs to TRUST the slave and in turn, the slave can trust the Master to do what is most beneficial. 

In this way, the control remains in the dominant partner's hands. If things cease, it is the Master's choice and not because the slave told him to stop. Over time, this will build more trust (and if done wrong, can destroy trust!) It's important to consider who one chooses to submit to, and to be assured that trust is warranted to begin with. 

Safe-words are a necessity if you are Topping/bottoming (more casual play) since you may not know your partner as well. In these situations (I'm speaking of play parties/clubs) references about someone's history and standing within the community can go a long way.

In the smallest sense, they can be something in a scenario when the non-dominant partner is struggling and wants to beg, "Stop-Don't" the dominant will know that it's part of the play and won't stop on a dime. 

~What Are Safe-words NOT?~
Safe-words are NOT a way for the submissive/slave type to manipulate the dominant. Choose to control or choose to submit-be honest!

Safe-words are NOT to stop something simply because it isn't enjoyable to the submissive/slave 
*Unless this is something discussed between the submissive/Dominant while entering into the arrangement (usually bedroom submission only.)

Safe-words are NOT a replacement for actually communicating. Sometimes saying, "Master, I can't take it." can work just as well.

Safe-words are NOT shameful to use, but should be used sparingly (don't become the Slave/Sub-Who-Cried-Wolf.) Use them when necessary (to communicate actual distress.)The dominant/Master should trust your communication is sincere and valid.

Safe-words are NOT used by everyone or NECESSARY. 
*People seem to know about SSC (Safe-Sane-Consensual) but there is also RACK (Risk-Aware-Consensual-Kink). There are couples who have such a tight relationship that the protocol of using some random word is just not needed.

I will mostly be writing about Masters/slaves, although there are some of the submissive/Dominant type that will appear (See references to Derrick and Lucy in my first novella.) Most of my relationships will not use safe-words (or will ultimately reach the state where they're unneeded.)

If one of my characters is a slave, consent for everything will be automatic after the initial consent is given.There will be the option to disobey, followed by the Master's option to release the slave from the relationship for disobedience.

But, I'll save CONSENT for another post.

Quick note: Not all submissives are slaves; not all slaves are even submissive (but most times.) Dominants are not necessarily Masters but most Masters are dominant. (An interesting aside--not all Master/Dominants are sadists, some are even masochists AND submissive is not synonomous with masochist.)

~B.B.