Chasing Me Chasing You

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

My Happy Place

I lay curled up under the covers. I won’t be warm for long and I am not going to waste the opportunity. It’s a peaceful quiet as I hear Sir pull everything from the drawer he will need. Clinking cuffs and rope bundles are placed at the foot of the bed, I can feel the weight of them on my feet.

He pulls the covers off of me as my temperature drops and anticipation grows.
I am in for an amazing evening.
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