Chasing Me Chasing You

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

Mars, the Bringer of War

You are pretty argumentative this evening cunt.

Sorry, Sir.

See, even that was snippy, almost rude. I am sorry if you had a bad day, but I won’t tolerate rudeness.

I understand, Sir.

That’s a little better. Now come over here. You will count as you receive your spanking and then apologize for your behavior.

She took three steps toward him, stopped, smiled, and ran the other way.

So you want a battle tonight cunt, is that it? He was off the couch and down the hall in an instant.

She used her moments carefully as she opened the basement door to make him think she went down there to hide and then crouched behind the kitchen island. He appeared in the kitchen a second later and took the bait. He bounded down the basement stairs and she smiled an evil grin that he would slap off her face if he could see it. When he reached the bottom of the stairs she got up and ran for the second floor. It wouldn’t take him long to search the open room of the basement and be back on her heels again.

Cunt!

His voice made her stop on the stairs. He started back up to the kitchen and the sound of his footsteps got her moving again.

Cunt this will not end well for you.

She was really in trouble, but she could hear the smile behind his words that said he was at least having a little fun with this cat and mouse game. When she reached the second floor she considered turning toward the office, but instead decided on the bedroom. Passing the closets she went straight for the bathroom. She climbed in the shower and crouched down. He would have to walk all the way in to see her past the vanity, a glance and he would miss her. He didn’t miss much though.

Cunt, you may have won that little skirmish, but I will win the war.

He was on the stairs. She could tell he was trying to decide her next move. The floor was quiet as she was sure he had gone to the office first. She considered trying to make it the stairs, but then she heard her closet door open. The squeak was unmistakable. He was in their room.

I’m zeroing in on you, cunt. Surrender and I will be merciful. 

She was silent. His shadow appeared through the shower curtain.

Oh my lovely little slut, what a perfect place to hide.

He reached in and turned on the shower. Cold water hit her face and shirt before she could think. The shock made her scream and she tried to move out of the water’s reach.

Oh no. That’s not how a little cunt gets punished properly.

He took the shower head out of the holster and aimed it at her breasts.

Present position, cunt.

She considered defying him, but instead accepted defeat and got on her knees. He kept the water blindingly cold as he soaked her from head to toe. Then he hung the shower head back up and turned the water off. She thought he was going to hand her a towel, but instead he climbed in the shower himself.

Are you cold, cunt?

Yes, Sir.

Good. You know better than to run from me. I always win. Don’t start a war you cannot win. Now, you are starting to shiver, let’s warm you up.

He took a step toward her and she thought he was going to get a towel, or possibly turn the warm water on, but neither happened. She looked up at him just in time for the stream of urine to hit her face.

She couldn’t argue that it wasn’t warm.

Open your mouth, cunt.

She did and the warm, salty liquid filled her mouth quickly. It ran down her chin, breasts, and legs. The front of her body lost it’s chill as he emptied his bladder all over her.

Eventually the stream stopped and he took a step back. She closed her mouth, swallowed, and looked up at him.

Good girl. Now get cleaned up, you’re filthy. 

Yes, Sir.

And that was just for trying to battle with me. You still need a spanking for earlier. Get showered and come back downstairs. You have ten minutes. Your gag and leg cuffs should keep you from running away or talking back this time.

Yes, Sir.

He smiled as he turned to leave the bathroom. She may have lost this battle, but she would continue the tactical war as long as he kept smiling.

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This week’s prompt for Wicked Wednesday was to be inspired by your music. My shuffle button led me to Mars, The Bringer of War by Gustav Holst. I encourage you to find the entire planets series as it is beautiful (Jupiter, the Bringer of Jollity is my favorite) and also check out everyone else’s musical inspirations.

Wicked Wednesday for post Stockpiled Cravings

3 Responses to “Mars, the Bringer of War”

  • Marie Rebelle

    Such a sexy story! Great story with the song too 🙂

    Rebel xox

    • Rye

      Thanks. It was an interesting prompt. Luckily my itunes didn’t give me one of the kid’s songs 🙂

  • ancilla ksst

    That was just too cute. I could totally picture the impish grin (on both of them).

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