Chasing Me Chasing You

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

Ode to a comfy chair

My desk chair has died. I won’t lie. I was crushed for the purely selfish reason that I had lost my relaxation chair. It was padded and it leaned back. It was wonderful for procrastinating working long hours. And now I have to use one of the dining chairs until we sort something else. Sir thinks he can fix it, and it would be a lot cheaper to do so rather than buy a new one. But, no offense to him, I have no idea when that will happen. So I better get used to this replacement. Maybe it will encourage me to finish my work quickly and get my ass up an moving.

And realistically, today is a good day for that motivation. I have paid work that needs to get done before I get too wrapped up in the holidays (get it…wrapped). The boys are going to my mother-in-laws for the weekend. She has always been really helpful in giving Sir and I a break. And the kids love staying with her. So I have to pack up some clothes for them.

Sir and I are getting a date night tonight. I am trying not to put too many expectations on the evening though. Tomorrow we are heading to the new house to work so we are going to enjoy an evening off. I plan on drinking several ciders. Needless to say, I’m quite excited.

But my ass is already starting to hurt, so I better get down to work so I can stand up sooner. Wish my poor butt luck.

One Response to “Ode to a comfy chair”

  • ancilla ksst

    I’m sitting (and have been sitting) in a kitchen chair which makes my butt and back ache. I have no idea why. Masochist or lazy, or both. LOL. It doesn’t inspire me to move around more, sadly.


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