Chasing Me Chasing You

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

What We Needed

So last night was really nice. Sorry to disappoint, but it wasn’t overly kinky. But that is what made it so perfect. Follow me, I’ll get there.

We got to the hotel with about an hour before our dinner reservation. I needed a shower and had several underthings to force my body into so that I would look good in my dress. So we unpacked the clothes and toys, Sir collapsed on the bed to find the porn and I jumped in the shower. I was rinsing my conditioner when he walked in,

“There’s no porn.” It was a definitive statement. Like, my hair is brown, or England kicks ass at rugby (sorry, my mom is texting me about the six nations game and Italy is getting stomped).

“What do you mean there is no porn? Like, there isn’t anything right now or you can’t find the pay-per-view channels?” I turned the water off and opened the curtain to look at him.

“No, I mean like you cannot order porn at this hotel, full stop.” We just stared at one another. I’m sure I had a pretty incredulous face. What hotel doesn’t have pay-per-view porn? It’s not that nice of a place.

But, we laughed it off. I squeezed myself into a pretty black dress. Sir looked dashing, as always, and we headed down to dinner. We ordered way too much food. After salads, entrees, and desserts we were enjoying our spiked coffee and trying to get the motivation to move.

And we looked at each other. It was a smile, a smirk and a knowing. Knowing that we were going to go upstairs and curl into bed. That the gag and rope would stay in the bag. That we would have some amazing sex and then go to sleep. And that that was perfectly ok.

In the end, my vibrator was the only toy to make an appearance. I got a little spanking. Several orgasms later we crawled under the covers talking about how much we really needed to get a king size bed, and passed out.

It wasn’t the stuff of BDSM erotica. It wasn’t the best sex, the kinkiest sex, the most sex, that we have ever had in a hotel room or in one night. But it was perfect. It was exactly the connection that we needed. We laughed and talked at dinner. We flirted over dessert and as we undressed one another before bed. We took a shower together this morning while debating breakfast joints.

I crave kink. I crave dominance. It’s a want. But last night was the perfect example of being given exactly what we needed, not necessarily everything that we wanted. I leave on Tuesday for two weeks. And while a night of bondage and impact play would have been fun, the connection and intimacy that we had last night will be what gets me through those two weeks of sleeping alone (or more likely with small children).

And it’s the way that the two of adapted to the situation together. We look the lack of porn the copious amounts of amazing food and ran with it. And having that ability to adapt together is what makes him so perfect for me. What makes us perfect together. Always collared, but able to be whatever we need from each other. Whatever he needs from me.


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