Chasing Me Chasing You

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

Balance is a beautiful thing

So I dug out both cars today. I took Sir’s car to the shop to get an oil change and new air filters. Then I had to re-shovel the drive to get the light, front-wheel drive car back in. This afternoon I shoveled the front walk and the sidewalk in front of the house. My fitness tracker didn’t know what to do with all the exercise. I came in and crashed; my legs and arms are so sore.

Sir had me strip down and covered me up with my aftercare blanket. Then he ate me out to three amazing orgasms. I got to take a quick nap while he moved laundry and went to pick up the boys. He is also sorting out a simple dinner. I have pain meds in my system and my wrist brace on.

Sometimes being the submissive he wants me to be means letting him take care of me. It’s a different kind of balance than the M/s set-up we tried before. He appreciated everything I did to make getting out of the house this morning easier, and all the work I did outside this afternoon. But pushing myself until I get hurt doesn’t help him. Even if a wrist surgery is in my future, that doesn’t mean that I need to mess it up as much as possible before hand.

Though if shoveling snow for three hours gets me oral, I’m willing to take it on as my new daily exercise routine.

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