Chasing Me Chasing You

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

Sweet Dreams

I feel the need to preface this by saying that I’m not good at flirting. I’m generally socially awkward and I often resort to TMI and things go downhill from there. Luckily Sir is used to me, we’ve reduced my ‘flirting’ to just asking for a fuck. Why not be direct?

But yesterday on Twitter I had a fun time flirting with a fellow kinkster. Sir got involved and we just had a fun time talking about sharing me. Three Doms and little old me; my desk chair may have gotten wet. Not sure a meet up would ever really happen. Practically the entire country separates us and a long road trip isn’t in our immediate future. But it was fun to flirt about it. You never know.

But, last night Sir and I were still pretty turned on. So after getting the kids to bed I was turned into a drink tray. We watched some fun bondage porn, Sir got a lot of scary ideas and then his drink tray was put to good use. I think that between the flirting, fantasizing, and porn we were pretty worked up. Who knew that drink trays had so many uses? But all my holes were filled and I passed all the quality assurance tests. I drifted off on my little blanket on the floor next to his bed dreaming of being used by three people. When I woke up this morning I was still wet.

Rye with her gag and leash being used as a drink tray.
Happy quiet drink tray.
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