Chasing Me Chasing You

An uncollared submissive struggling through depression, motherhood, and the constant craving of her next orgasm.

The Grass is Always Greener

I am not an overly social person. My new existence at home in a town I still haven’t ventured out into only helps to support this. But I do have a few close friends from high school and college that I keep in touch with by various means and see whenever I return to visit my parents. My friend Wren* and I have been close since high school. We were one of very few liberals in my school, and both being quite nerdy, we were fast friends. Today we are both married with several children between us (all boys). We commiserate on being outnumbered by peniss, peni…

What is the plural for penis? I feel like I should know something like that for future reference. If that ever comes up in a future post I will be sure that Sir knows that that needs to be covered. I am not sure if I have a multiple penis situation on the horizon, but I do want to be prepared.

Anyway, we have a lot in common. We are both pretty independent, strong women. She owns her own business and works her butt off to keep it growing. But she was a stay-at-home mom for three years before starting her shop, so she understands what I am dealing with. So when we met for lunch this afternoon we got over the basic formalities quickly and got into the meat of our lives. I have never had to bullshit with her. We talked about the issues and changes that Sir and I were having and then I told her about all of it. The BDSM, the blog, the new fun tumblr porn time, all of it. I knew she wouldn’t judge me, and if I was happy, than she would be too, for me. And she was, but she also surprised me when she said that she and her husband are having the same issues. She ordered a double scotch as she talked about how they haven’t had sex in weeks, he just isn’t interested. She is worried that he is having an affair, and now she has a crush on one of her business contacts. I hurt for her as she talked of her frustration, mostly because I had been there only a short time ago. We talked about her options as we ate sweet potato fries.

I wanted to come straight home and hug Sir. I don’t wish her any pain, but it was almost refreshing to know that other couples deal with the same issues. With people you don’t know well and even some friends, you feel like you need to create the perfect front. Family are even worse. Everything is perfect around them, the reality that wedded bliss isn’t always bliss for everyone is an assumption I often struggle with. Sir and I have found a solution that works for us and has brought us closer together. But I understand that this type of arrangement would not work for everyone. Being a Dom or a sub takes a lot of trust, and in my opinion, something already part of your personality. I am sure it can be taught, but I don’t know if you can learn the happiness I get when I truly submit, or the glint in Sir’s eye when he takes that submission. My point being, that I am certain that BDSM isn’t the answer for everyone (though wouldn’t that be nice).
In any case, I hope that Wren and her husband can work through everything soon. I hope that she doesn’t resort to cheating on him to try and solve her problems, because I am sure that that will only create more. They are both great people, and it would be nice to see them get over this hurdle, but she is my main concern. I will always support her like she has supported me. Her constant friendship and understanding about my issues, not just the BDSM, mean that I will always take her side.
For now I will just listen and buy her double shots of scotch. As she would do the same for me.
*name has been changed for privacy


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