Chasing Me Chasing You

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

No Begging

So Sir tells me that I am going to get to come. I don’t even have to ask. Then he smiles, and I know the catch is coming. But, he says, I can’t tell him to stop. I can’t beg him to stop. No pushing him away.

There is always a catch. Slave tip: You never get something for nothing.

My first orgasm was amazing. He took this very sensual route. I love oral when he really takes his time (I’m sure that’s kind of a ‘duh’ statement, but I do). There was a lot of moaning and nipple pinching. And I was so horny all day it was just a beautiful release.

And then…he kept going. And through my continued moans I heard the vibrator click on. As soon as it hit my already throbbing clit I nearly shot off the bed. After not coming for several days I thought that I would be able to handle some extended attention, but my clit disagreed. I immediately started to wiggle and try to catch my breath. He quickly reminded me of my orders by slapping my breasts and pushing my legs down. It was effective.

After a few more orgasms (I may have blacked out at one point), and a quick break to suck his cock for a moment, he climbed on top of me. I was a worn out rag doll, but that didn’t keep me from enjoying the truly hard fucking that Sir gave me. I’m not honestly sure what position he moved me into, but the word deep doesn’t even cover it. Orgasmic bliss covers it.

After cleaning us both up I think I literally fell onto the floor. He put me on the floor last night as I may have made a bit of a mess on his side of the bed (I say it was his fault, but he didn’t agree). So he slept on my side and I curled up into a puddle of orgasm goo. I so love being his fuck puppet.

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