Chasing Me Chasing You

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

Sir’s Side

First, I want to say thank you to everyone who has been so open and supportive of Rye throughout this process. It has been incredibly helpful to have your support. Second, I want to say that there is a lot of hyperbole flying around in response to Rye’s experience with another dominant, and some of it is pretty negative. I’m not going to call out any single person or comment because not all of what I’m talking about is coming from the blog. Instead, I will just make this statement: I reject any narrative surrounding this experience that portrays it as wholly negative. I just don’t believe that is correct. In fact, I personally don’t believe that there was anything negative or even “bad” about it. At worst, the experience was neutral. **I don’t exactly agree with this, but so goes Sir so goes my nation.**

Sean did not hurt or violate Rye in any way that she has shared with me or that I have been able to interpret from her behavior. He operated at all times as a fine member of the community and deserves to be recognized as such. There were no consent violations. There were no safe words ignored or disrespected. But, there was also not enough communication to facilitate a wholly satisfying sexual experience, and that is really the biggest problem. The event was rushed, so it wasn’t as good as it could have been.

Let me tell you the story from my perspective. That morning, we woke up without the kids, flirted a little bit, and then got to work. That is to say, real work, not to work on each other, which we would have both preferred. Me in one room, and Rye in another. I was tormented by my work, which I didn’t want to do, and by my knowledge of Rye’s dripping wet vagina, which I definitely wanted to do. I was also preoccupied by this idea that Sean was going to come over to my house and do “something” with my wife – at that time, I didn’t know if it was going to be sex or talking. Turns out it was a little of the one and some more of the other.

I was scheduled for a doctor’s appointment that afternoon. The plan was that when Sean got there I was going to leave. This is mostly what did happen. He came by, I shook his hand, I failed utterly to find a socially acceptable expression for “have fun fucking my wife” and I left the house.

I came home to a quiet but fundamentally unchanged woman. She talked little of the encounter without prodding, but was clearly unsettled. After some prodding, I finally got to the bottom of it.

She hadn’t cum.

Well, shit, I thought to myself,  I can fix that! And we did. A couple of times, I think. And then more, for two more days. We fucked and sucked each other like the horny kids we were when we met. I even got the idea to tie her to a table, tape a dildo to a stick, tape the Doxy to the dildo, brace one end against the wall and the other against her pelvic wall, set the vibrations on medium-low, turn out the lights and go get some shit done upstairs. I don’t think she came while I was gone, but I don’t think she noticed the passing of time, either. I’m just bragging now, that’s not the point. The point is…

The point is that my wife had an unsatisfactory sexual experience with someone who probably didn’t have a wholly satisfactory experience either. You wouldn’t blame Rye for his bad time, wouldn’t call her a bad submissive because of what you know of the encounter (and I don’t think you would call her one if you knew every detail of the encounter, for that matter). I don’t want us to point blame at Sean either. Rye and I have to own our own parts in this: It was rushed, there was not enough communication and it shouldn’t have happened the way that it did. We dealt with it in our own way. I hope Sean was able to deal with it in his own way as well. He hasn’t contacted either of us since that afternoon, and I’m starting to assume we won’t hear from him again. I’m not entirely comfortable with that, but I like closure. Sean, if you do read this, I hope there are no hard feelings.

This isn’t the last time I am going to loan Rye out – she’s already planning a trip this October to fuck a couple of crazy sex-monsters in California. **I (Rye) am super excited about this by the way. Sex-Monsters in this case is a very good thing.** I am actively seeking other play-partners for myself. We are both optimistic about this, and we are ABLE to be so optimistic because our first foray was not great, and we both had a great time anyway. Next time is going to be so much better.

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2 Responses to “Sir’s Side”

  • Marie Rebelle

    You know, it’s always right to hear the other side, and thinking about this post and reading the other again (as well as my comment) I now think that no one should judge Sean or anyone else involved. Only you can be judges of the situation, because you are the ones who live this, who try this.
    I say again: I love that you are okay after what has happened and that you will embark on more adventurous roads 🙂

    Rebel xox

  • LordRaven

    Much respect to the man who will stand up and support his ladies decision. I am sad to hear it was not the desired experience but I am pleased to hear it did not discourage either of you from trying again. I wish you both great success in future endeavors


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