Chasing Me Chasing You

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

A Strange Train Journey

“Have a safe trip. See you soon baby.”

“See you soon, Sir. I’m just climbing on the train now.”

“Okay. I’m going into a meeting right now. I’ll check in when we take a break. Have your phone close.”

“Yes, Sir.” Lucy hung up the phone and climbed into the second last train car. There were only a few people seated, so she chose a seat in an empty row and set her bag down. Hopefully she wouldn’t have to worry about sharing the seat next to her. The list of things that Sir wanted her to bring for the weekend took up most of her suitcase, so her laptop and all her toiletries were shoved in her purse. If she was going to keep making these trips, she really need to invest in a larger suitcase that she could check.

Sitting next to the window Lucy settled down for the three hour train ride. It really wasn’t too bad of a trip, and the quiet time to work made it infinitely better than driving. Pulling out her laptop she pulled up her latest story and began to write. A few miles down the track an attendant came to check her ticket, but other than she was left in peace.

“Excuse me, do you mind if I sit here?”

Lucy was jostled out of her train of thought as she realized the gentleman was talking to her. She grabbed her bag and apologized. But as she did she notice that the car was not really all that full. There were plenty of open seats. Why did he have to sit there and make her move her bag? However, it wasn’t worth being rude, so she smiled as he sat down next to her.

“How are you today?”

“Fine, thank you. And you?”

“I’m pretty good. Where are you headed?”

“Philadelphia.”

“Ahh. The city of brotherly love.”

Lucy just stared back at him, unsure what to say to that. No one had ever bothered her on the train, especially not for chit chat. Normally having her face in her computer was enough to tell people to leave her be.

“What takes you to Philly? Work?” Lucy sighed and closed her computer. She wasn’t going to be able to get any writing done like this.

“I’m visiting a friend for the weekend.”

“That’s nice.”

Lucy’s phone buzzed. She grabbed like the lifeline it was.

How are you doing, baby?

Alright.

Getting time to write?

I wish.

What’s the matter?

I just have a guy sitting next to me who wants to chat. It’s really distracting.

Is he harassing you? Can you move?

No, he’s harmless. Just chatty. It’s fine. It’s only another hour or so.

“Talking to your boyfriend?”

Lucy wanted to say it was none of his business, but thought better of it. “My mother.”

“Oh. Do you have a boyfriend?”

“Yes.”

“Doesn’t he worry about you taking trains by yourself?”

“I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself. I have never had an unsatisfactory or unsafe experience on a train.” Until now, she thought as she looked out the window.

“How old are you?”

“I’m twenty-nine.”

“Do you want to know how old I am?”

“I guess, sure.”

“Thirty-three.”

“Same age as my older brother.” She wanted to make up some lie about her brother being a marine or something to try and intimidate him. Maybe this guy was just lonely, there was no harm in letting him ramble.

“So how long have you and your boyfriend been together?”

“Six months, but we have been friends a lot longer.”

“How did you meet?”

“Online actually.” The name of the kink community website certainly wasn’t relevant.

“That’s nice.”

Lucy took the moment of awkward silence to check her phone again. No new messages, Sir must have gone back to his meeting. Only a few stops left, thank heavens.

“Does your boyfriend live in Philly?”

“Yes. Actually, I need to get off at the next stop, can you please let me out.” Lucy grabbed her back and squeezed past the walking 20 questions game. Gathering herself she wandered to the back of the car to wait for the next stop. At least she might be able to write on the way home. Maybe headphones would help her look even more anti-social.

The train slowed as they came into the station and nearly jumped out of the car. She walked down to the luggage claim to get her bag. Luckily, her weekend bag was bright green and easy to spot.

As she turned to head toward the parking lot she spotted Sir walking toward her. She smiled as he grinned at her. Then she saw who he was walking with. It was the incessantly chatty man from the train! He started laughing at the obviously shocked face she wore.

She walked up to the pair of them.

“You!”

“Me.” He grinned. The man turned back to Sir. “Anyway, she seems lovely.” He looked at Lucy and smiled. “I would love to play you guys tomorrow night. I will text you when my training session is over.”

Lucy’s jaw dropped. The man shook Sir’s hand.

“Oh yeah, ” He turned back. “She will need to be punished tomorrow for lying and telling me that you were her mother.” He and Sir both laughed as he turned to walk across the parking lot to his car.

Wicked Wednesday for post Stockpiled Cravings

Domination and Commission

“I admit it’s a tall order, but we really just want something that has privacy and access to amenities. I know it sounds contradictory – wanting to be close to everything and far away at the same time – but there has to be something out there.”

They bumped along in the back of the realtor’s white SUV. The realtor, Sarah, was older than the couple she had chauffeured across the county for three weekends in a row. She knew she was growing tense, showing tension, and she didn’t care. They had looked at fifteen houses and none of them had clicked for The Man. His wife had been quiet the whole time, mousy little thing. Hadn’t said more than two words in all of their visits. Far more appropriate behavior, Sarah thought.

Obstinate man needs to be taught a les—

Sarah cut the thought off. Business, she reminded herself. Keep it professional inside and out.

“I have one last place to show you but you’re going to have to get more specific with me about what you need or I might not be able to help you.”

It was a statement loaded with meaning, Sarah knew. She was effectively the only realtor in the valley, a hot new area on the far outskirts of town. A lot of properties were opening up and with recent development nearby, it was becoming a more attractive place. She had sealed up her business before the boom and there was no one else in the area that residents trusted to sell their property. If someone wanted to live in the valley, they had to go through Sarah.

“As I said, we value our privacy.”

Oy, thought Sarah. Commission be damned.

It had been a nightmare working with these two. One house had a great interior for their interests, they said, but the back yard was too exposed to the neighbors. Another had exposed beams that he liked, but the back yard was at too sharp an angle. For what? she asked. No answer.

The last one had a perfect back yard, but “the basement didn’t have enough separate storage rooms,” he said. The fuck?

She turned into the short driveway and pulled up to the house. It was old, needed paint and repairs, but the bones were good and it was listed cheap. Sarah knew that the seller was motivated and would go even lower. She hoped she could just push them on the value, shine light on the hope of renovations, and get them off her call sheet.

– – – 

They hated it. The house actually seemed to make him mad. On their way out to the car he cut the silence, whirling in his place, and glaring into Sarah. “I know there are more houses out there. I know what I am looking for is available SOMEWHERE. I have friends in this area who have exactly what I’m looking for and they keep telling me that there’s more out here. Why aren’t you showing me what I want?”

“Because you won’t TELL me what you want! I need information and if you’re going to be this fucking recalcitrant then you can find your own damn house.”

“Listen you –” 

Before he could finish, the mousey woman reached up and grabbed his arm, her face thick with anxiety. “Please.”

Before she could say more, he whirled around and smacked her with the back of his hand. She fell into the dirt, her sundress falling up over her ass. Sarah was startled, not used to seeing such violence, not at work anyway. Her eyes quickly darted to the woman, to her exposed flesh. To the caning marks along her buttocks and thighs. To the large black triskelion tattoo; the long number tattooed beneath it.

Everyone froze. The mouse moved first, pulling her skirt down and looking first at her man, and then at Sarah. The man just stared at Sarah, surprised at what he had done and obviously horrified that she had seen it. His lips flailed as he stuttered to think up an explanation. His inexperience beamed out of his eyes like headlights.

For fuck sake, thought Sarah. 

“IF you just want a nice quiet place where you have lots of indoor and outdoor options for stringing up and beating your wife in privacy, you should have fucking told me. We could have saved a lot of time.”

Sarah walked to the car. Neither of them moved.

“Well? Get in!”

– – 

Fifteen minutes later she was showing them a small cottage – probably too small for them – but it had a large patio with beams over the top, a nice back yard with trees and low limbs. The basement dungeon was already done up in hardwood paneling, with one leather accent wall.  It belonged to an old man she knew from her play group who wanted to sell it after his husband passed away. After the headache they had given Sarah, she knew he would be happy to jack up the price a grand or so.

And looking at the two young people talking excitedly in the back yard, she knew they would pay it.