Chasing Me Chasing You

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

Silly slave

I have a cold. Boo. I guess it is just a cough and a sore throat right now, but it is wiping the floor with me. I was shocked I made it until 11:30 last night.

A good night for us. We haven’t had the same time to connect recently, and there has been a lot changing. All good though, except for this fucking cold.

And when did pinching come back on the table? Last night Sir pinches two chunks of skin on my back. Not my love handles, which while they are there are fair game, but up by my ribs. There is no fat there. It is just skin. And he grabbed these sensitive chunks and preceeded to fucking me even harder. Ow. Meanie.

Smh. Oh yeah. That’s the point. Silly slave.

Unicorn Horn

Me: Oh shit! How am I supposed to explain this enormous red spot on my forehead. There aren’t many reasons you would get rug burn in the center of your face.

Sir: Tell them you walked into a door.

Me: That just sounds like you beat me.

Sir: But I did, so it’s funny.


“No, thank you.”

Wait, what? I must have missed something. The three-year old pulling on my arm about where the toy store is must have distracted me. I didn’t even hear someone ask him a question. We continued walking the mall, bought some clothes for the kids and tried not to be too embarrassed when either yelled or cried. Then, on the way back toward the car,

“Oh, no. I don’t think I can do this again.” Again?

“Would you like to buy some girl scout cookies?”

“No, thank you.” Seriously?

I couldn’t believe it. I kept moving as I didn’t want to lag behind him with the stroller. The sheer willpower he had to say no to two adorable girls peddling bites of sugary heaven was impressive. But to do it twice?

I am constantly surprised by Sir’s strength. Anyone who can turn down boxes of Somoas or Thin Mints can chain me to the bed anytime.


Sir told me to go and slap my clit five times. I may have kept it up until I came. There may or may not also have been some nipple pinching. I’m probably in trouble. But I can still smell my arousal on my fingers. I hope it’s not bragging to say that I smell good.

I hope I can remember that when Sir gets home and finds out I had an orgasm without permission.

Oops 🙂

I Win, Round 2

Would you eat pussy if I told you, Cunt?

Yes, Sir

Do you think you would like it?

No, Sir

I appreciate your honesty, Cunt. You told me you got drunk in college and made out with some girls. You never thought about swinging that way?

I like dick too much, Sir.

Girls can have dicks too.

Pushing a little hard there Sir. Are you that disappointed I’m all about your cock?

Suck it, Cunt.

That’s what I thought, Sir.

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Let me be clear that while I consider this a win for me, this was definitely not round two. This is just the second round I have won. And we’ll take the definition of win loosely, though sucking his dick can hardly be called a loss.