Chasing Me Chasing You

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

What a slave craves

I lay on the floor and think about how I have pleased you.

I hope that I made you moan enough.

That you are pleased with me.

The floor is softer than most people think. Softer than I deserve.

I curl up and feel selfish. Guilty for wanting more.

Wanting to have more of you. More of your time, your attention, your passion.

I feel closer to you here.

Even though I am ‘beneath’ you. Maybe because of that.

My muscles hurt from my workouts.

And from you taking what you need from me.

I like those pains the best. They actually help me sleep.

Could I have taken more pain? Would that have made you happier?

Should I have begged to cum again? Would you have let me?

I hate to ask. I only want to take what you give me.

To be satisfied with what you chose to share.

I hear you start to breathe heavy above me. At least you can rest.

You will make me what you want. I just hope I am strong enough.

I roll on my back and cover myself with my small blanket.

I know I will dream of you.


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