Chasing Me Chasing You

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


You would think as a mother I would have been forced to learn patience in all things. And I have, in some ways. I mean, a toddler tantrum will test more than your high pitched hearing. But still, I struggle when I know what I want and can’t have it. Buying a house is a pile of paperwork, potty-training is a headache and a half, and playtime is fleeting.

After everything in my fun-filled night last night I got a migraine this afternoon. Apparently I have been stockpiling sick points or something. But Sir, as usual, was amazing and got me some meds and into bed. I am just a mess lately.
Sir knew how disappointed I was about today. How I have been craving service. He told me curl up next to him while he played his game. He petted me, told me it wasn’t my fault that I was sick, and that I was beautiful.
Don’t get me wrong, we are both staying positive for a good beating tomorrow, but sometimes it is nice to be pampered. And maybe this lesson in patience will help the next time Sir brings up orgasm denial.


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