Chasing Me Chasing You

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

The Odd Art of Negotiation

“What do you want for your birthday, cunt? You have been a good girl this year and you deserve a nice treat”.

I considered my answer very carefully. I’m not all about asking for a big silly diamond or anything expensive. Instead I had a weirder request. Not a book or a dinner out. No, my birthday wish was something else completely.

“Interesting choice of words, a treat.” I smiled up at him. I’m sure I looked like one of our toddlers asking for another pack of fruit snacks or something, he could see right through me.

“Oh? You already have an idea you little minx. What are you thinking?”

“Remember I told you that Graham had a work conference in New York coming up and we were talking about restaurants and where he should stay?”

“Your twitter boyfriend from Vancouver? Yeah, I remember.”

“Well, he has a few extra vacation days and I was wondering if we could invite him to stop here for a visit so we could finally meet.”

“Meet, or meet and greet?”

“Entirely dependent upon our lovely dom’s permissions. I would just like to meet him in person as I’ve only known him through our twitter talks, but it’s been more than a year now. I don’t know what Hannah would feel comfortable with him doing as far as loaning him out or anything like that.”

“I will take your request under advisement.”

“Thank you Sir.” I expected that to be the end of it. Graham and I had promised to mention it, but neither of us thought our spouses would go for it. We were happy to just be pen pals, but who knew if this opportunity would ever present itself again. What harm was there in asking?

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Graham:

Did you talk to Sir about me coming through Ohio on my way to NYC?

Elizabeth:

Yeah, I thought you were going to talk to Mistress too.

Graham:

Well, Sir beat me to the punch.

Elizabeth:

Oh shit! Sorry. I hope I didn’t get you into trouble. He asked me what I wanted for my birthday. It was too good a window to pass up. I’m surprised he got in touch with her. He seemed pretty noncommittal when I mentioned it.

Graham:

I was practically struck dumb when I came home and she said she had gotten off the phone with him.

Elizabeth:

The phone? He must have gotten into my phone and gotten your number. Was she mad?

Graham:

No, she said she wanted to think about it and have another conversation with Sir to set some parameters, but she seemed to be considering it.

Elizabeth:

Really? You might actually be able to come? Do dinner, have a conversation face to face? Give my keyboard a break?

Graham:

No expectations, we’ll see what she and Sir come up with. Maybe him contacting her was the right way to play it. She can ask him any questions and get all the assurances she needs to be comfortable. I can promise her anything, but I think it means a little more coming from him.

Elizabeth:

I understand that. And I’m sure he will be clear about his requirements and exactly what is expected.

Elizabeth:

I need to go get the kids. I’ll keep you posted.

Graham:

Thanks. Fingers crossed.

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“How much do you love me cunt?” He had that look. A look that could mean I was about to be very very happy, or in an awful lot of trouble. Until I knew which way the hammer was going to fall, I learned to always respond the same way.

“More than my service can possibly show Sir.” He smiled and kissed my forehead.

“That’s what I thought. Happy early birthday.” He handed me a paper with several handwritten notes. “I just got off the phone with Graham’s Mistress. These are the terms we have agreed to. If you and he accept them, then he is welcome to come and be your birthday gift.”

I grinned eagerly and tried to read through the scribbles as quickly as possible.

Agreed Terms:

-Arrive Friday afternoon, leave Sunday late-morning. He will need transport to and from the airport.

-He is a service sub on loan  to me for those dates only. He will follow my orders as his dominant until he leaves our home

-Chastity device will be worn at all times. A key will be forwarded to his hotel in NYC for removal once he gets there. (further clarification to be discusses

-Any penetration = condom, no exceptions

-He is to pamper Beth as she sees fit. Cook, clean, sexual favors, etc. 

“I can’t see anything here that I would object to. Is this it?” I didn’t want to push my luck, but I didn’t want to miss something important.

“There may be some additions made, but that’s the basics. She and I have decided to have a conversation once he gets here and we see how things progress. I wanted to have the opportunity to see how you two interact. Neither of us are worried, don’t get that idea, but I want to assure her of some things before I let you loose with him.” He could see my grin growing as he was talking, I knew he could.

I was so excited. Graham was coming. He knew everything about what I had gone through over the last year with all my kinky stuff. He let me vent through Sir and my fights about protocols all the way down to hilarious quotes the kids said. I talked to him about my feelings almost as much as I talked to Sir. There was something about him that made me comfortable. He was dealing with a lot of the same issues as he and his Mistress were getting settled in their relationship. A few years older and much wiser than me, he always had a positive word and a supportive ear. But he was always on the other side of the country. We had talked about meeting somewhere nearer to him in Canada or Washington state at one point, but the dates never worked. And we were always concerned about our partners. It wasn’t necessarily about a sexual relationship, but I wouldn’t judge them for thinking that. And now he was coming.

He was coming to be my toy for an entire weekend. No expectations my ass.

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This story will continue as I find I am very inspired to write it. Check out other weird inspirations for this week’s Wicked Wednesday.

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11 Responses to “The Odd Art of Negotiation”

  • DtBHC

    Lovely opening, look forward to reading more.

  • ancilla ksst

    Oh wow! That is quite exciting!

  • Marie Rebelle

    Oh my, it seems like you are heading for some interesting times! Would love to hear more 🙂

    Rebel xox

    • Rye

      Thanks. I am looking forward to it too. I’ve been writing almost two hours a day and the next section is get pretty long. I think it will end up being several posts. I hope you continue to enjoy it as much I do.

  • Molly

    This sounds really exciting and look forward to hearing how it all goes

    Mollyxxx

  • Cammies on the Floor

    That sounds like an interesting scenario. Can’t wait to hear more

  • Kayla Lords

    Oh wow. I REALLY need to know what happens next!

  • LordRaven

    very lucky indeed. I hope you have or had an amazing time

    • Rye

      Had, but Sir seemed quite pleased with the set up, so I’m sure it will be repeated.

  • Charlie Powell

    Ooh, super exciting! x

    • Rye

      Hope you like the next bit too 🙂

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