Chasing Me Chasing You

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

Be Careful What You Wish For

We pulled out the secret sexy Christmas gifts last night. I know it may not seem sexy to most, but his gift to me was perfect. He bought me some thigh high socks and fingerless gloves. Don’t judge me; I have low blood circulation. They keep me nice and warm in a scene, so he and I can both focus on what he wants from me. And he took it last night.

It’s crazy to me that even though we haven’t been doing this for very long, we still just fell into our roles. As soon as the bedroom door closed we were Sir and Rye, not those other people that have stress and sleep deprivation. It felt so comfortable, so normal. Then he started hitting me…

After a good warm-up with the paint stirrer (I will have to post a photo of this torture device someday), he strapped me up. I could tell by the look in his eye that he had something special planned. We play with bondage a lot, we’ll say I’m a fan. But, normally I am spread eagle or my hands are just tied above my head. So this position was a real mental change for me. It felt good to be so bound up, and that put me in a good mindset. Just a change in body position can completely alter your mood; it’s amazing. Sir played with me for a long time like that, but it felt like no time passed at all. My legs did not hurt, I just sank into the bed. It was heaven. I sewed all the cuffs and straps myself, and I take a certain pride in being used with them. Eventually we want to spend the money on a quality leather set, but right now we’re working with what we’ve got.

It was a great evening. Always shorter than we would like, but still wonderful. The next week or so will be crazy with family and whatnot, so it was great to just enjoy the moment. We are both learning each other and our limits. Sir is getting more comfortable ignoring my pleas and letting his sadistic nature shine through. I’m not sure why I’m supporting this, but I can’t argue with the results.

Rye bound and laying on the bed.
Rye laying on the bed, bound and in thigh high socks and gloves.
Rye bound on the bed with her legs tied together with rope and hoisted into the air by a pulley.
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