Chasing Me Chasing You

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

Clink Clink

I walked out of the bathroom after my shower. My workout was good, and I had sweat through my camisole during the run. Sir had said I looked sexy in my exercise clothes, but I fended him off long enough to get a shower. As soon as I walked through the kitchen naked, however, Sir grabbed my arm. He pulled me into the laundry room and closed the sliding door. He smashed me up against the clothes washer and ran his cock up and down. My clit to my asshole was slick in seconds. I groaned and pushed back against him.

Pulling my hips back he pushed into me slowly. I tried to grip the top of the washer for leverage, but with the lid down there was nothing to grab. I finally got my fingers to grip the edge of the lid with limited success. His pace was vigorous as our time alone was uncertain. He wasn’t going to let me cum, so rather than focus on myself, I just let him move me. Sometimes it’s nice to feel like a rag doll.

Finding a good position I arched my back to tilt my pelvis for him. By doing so my nipples shifted to a perfect position over the washer. With each thrust my nipple piercings brushed the top of the machine.

Clink! Clink!

“I love that sound.” He practically groaned it.

Knowing that he liked it made my arch my back even more.

Clink! Clink!

As he came he pressed my body into the washer and dug his fingers into my hip. I groaned at the lovely combination of feeling him cum and wanting to twist away from the pain. He pulled out, turned me to face him, and pushed on my shoulder. I knelt down. Without saying anything he pointed to the drop of cum about to fall from the tip of his cock. I quickly stuck out my tongue to catch it and cleaned him off. When I sat back on my heels he turned and left the room.

“You’re a good fuck, Rye. I’m getting in the shower.”

I stood as he left the room. Cum had dripped from my pussy onto the floor as I cleaned him off. I considered licking it up. If he was still in the room to see it, that’s what he would have me do. I should my head as a bad sub as I cleaned it up with a towel instead. But I bent over the washer one more time and smiled at being his fuck puppet.

Clink! Clink!

Elust #83

Elust #83

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London Crows and London Kisses

I am Her. She is Me.

You Say You Want to Cook for Me

 

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Unusual Liaison

Community. Respect. Friendship. Fucking.

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Dirty Little Secrets

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Poetry

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Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

My Bed
Secular Submission
My therapy
from “hard limit” to “want”
We Measure the Nostalgia
The Cure and The Cause

Events

Smut in the 6ix – Porn Conference & Gala

Erotic Fiction

Typing Errors
La Belle Dame
Sex and chocolate
The Imprisoned of HIM-HER-THEM
The Gift
audience
Becca’s Story
Rope and Fixtures
As salty as his cum…
Dominating the Doctor

Erotic Non-Fiction

Teen Sex in Woolly Tights with 60s Beat Music
Dear Sadist: Your Cruelty Is Your Love
A male dom, the straight girl and the bi girl
Owned, Leashed, & Beaten
Jan 2015 Owned & Collared by Mistress Claire
Rinse The Days Filth Away
Power On
Keeping tally

Sex News, Opinion, Interviews, Politics & Humor

Formative Kink Epic Fail: “Buck Rogers”

Thoughts & Advice on Kink & Fetish

If it was easy anyone could do it
What’s a service submissive?
Prescient Words

Writing About Writing

What if aspirational meant something else?

 

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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.

Wicked Wednesday for post Stockpiled Cravings

The Best Part

He came to the house and shook Sir’s hand. The small talk was awkward once Sir left and Sean* closed the gap between us immediately. The dog wouldn’t calm down and was soon put outside. Then the ground rules were laid,

“You will call me Sir for the rest of the time I’m here.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Rye's ass after Sean gave punishmentI earned several over the knee swats as I forgot a few times. Soon Sean wanted to see the rest of the house and we headed up to the bedroom. Moments later I was cuffed and blindfolded. He had attached a strap around one breast when there was a knock at the front door. We were both caught off guard, but I thought I did well to not freak out.  A neighbor wasn’t too happy about our dog outside barking, so I went to down to apologize (covering up, of course) and getting the dog inside and calmed down. When I got back upstairs I was quickly blindfolded again before I could see what he had pulled out of his bag.

Rye kneeling with breast bondage by SeanHe ordered me to kneel to attempt my first task. I was to take him balls deep twenty times. My nose had to touch his belly or it wouldn’t count. And I only had a minute to do it. I wasn’t even sure I could do one. The time started when I took him in my mouth. My hands were cuffed behind my back and the blindfold was on, so small movements were all I could do to find him. Once I did one I felt so proud of myself I almost stopped. But I remember the time limit and kept going. Several gags later and his phone buzzed. I only got to seventeen. He had me stand up and lean over the bed to get my punishment. Five swats for each of the three I missed. Then he had me open my mouth to ‘test’ my skills with an open mouth gag. I had never worn one before, Sir has been looking at getting one for several months. It felt weirder than I expected; like I couldn’t find the proper place to put my tongue. And while his dick fit farther in mouth with my jaw held open, my gag reflex did not. I ended up throwing up and without the ability to swallow, it ran down my chest instead. Luckily I was blindfolded, so I couldn’t see the gross. His only comment was, ‘mind over matter’ and continued fucking my mouth like nothing was going on. Rye licking Sean's balls

Then my pussy was put to work. His speed continued to change as he found a rhythm he liked and different positions. I guess my pussy was worth testing out as he had me move around a lot. Bent over the bed, on my knees on the bed, on my back, on top of him. But he found one that let him get really deep. After he came he took off my cuffs and let me clean up. The awkward small talk returned as we both got dressed and he packed his bag. When we returned downstairs we exchanged small pleasantries and he left.

And here’s the rub folks. I was kind of disappointed. I hope if Sean reads this he isn’t too offended, I’m just trying to share my experience. It was nice to be blindfolded, I could just focus on his orders. But the whole thing lacked passion. I’m not sure if regular D/s is supposed to have passion, but it’s something I’ve always wanted.

I think I was just putting too much pressure on this. I wanted this to be so much. And it just wasn’t. I even turned into my mom a few times with some of my pet peeves. He chewed gum. Not just when he arrived, which I completely understand. But he kept chewing it through the entire scene. It was wintergreen. I guess I shouldn’t let it bother me so much, he didn’t kiss me very often. And he left his socks on. I only realized it after he took the blindfold off, so I guess it didn’t really matter. But it’s so hard to for me to take you seriously as a Dom if you are standing there naked with black socks on.

Ok, I know this sounds extreme, but I felt like a booty call. No niceties. Nothing. He talked during the scene less than Sir does. A few orders to move and that was it. No moans. I was called a bitch once (apparently not a fan of that I have realized). But no ‘that’s hot’, no ‘you’re sexy’. It was just a bit of a let down. It was a new experience, and that I am glad of. Just not sure it is one I want to repeat.

He was strict, which was nice. I think my whimpers are a lot for Sir. He does his best to stay strong, but I can be kind of a baby sometimes. Sean said that it was pretty vanilla for him, but it was pretty kinky for me. Maybe I’m not as kinky as I thought I was. Not that I’m ashamed of that. Just back to the drawing board I guess. If I am going to work to balance another Dom into my already hectic life, I want to at least feel like it is mutually beneficial. Is that crazy? I am worried that this less than spectacular experience means that I am really asking for too much in a friend that also wants to fuck me sometimes.

But the best part….The best part is that Sir and I are fine. I was worried about this changing us. About it being everything that I wanted and then me demanding more. Or him becoming distrustful and regretting loaning me out. But it wasn’t any of those things. We went to dinner last night and Sir was talking about how ten years ago this would never have been on the table. That old me would have balked at the idea of sex with another person and his jealousy would have flared up merely at the thought. But both of us felt good. We had great sex in the afternoon. We went to dinner out and a movie. It’s actually the most relaxed and happy I think either of us have been in a long while, certainly since the move. We walked over this speed bump that we used to consider an Everest. And we managed to stay in one piece.

Neither one of us is giving up on finding friends and playmates. Maybe friends with benefits for the both of us could be good. But we know we can handle it and that makes my experience with Sean worth it, even if it wasn’t the most memorable. He and I just didn’t have the chemistry and the fit, but maybe someone else will. And if not, oh well. I’m sure Sir won’t mind if I am just his handful to deal with for the foreseeable future. Because I will always be his.

*Name has been changed for privacy.

This completes #41 of my 101 Things in 1001 days, namely to let Sir loan me out to another Dominant. Hopefully not the last time #41 gets attempted.

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Elust #82

Elust #82

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Take Me

How Do I Love Thee:On Comparing Relationships

Asking all the questions…

 

~ Featured Post (Molly’s Picks) ~

Erotic Fiction: Fishnet Queen

I Manage My Expectations

~Readers Choice from Sexbytes ~

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Wanna Have Sex With Me? – Here’s how
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Sex News, Opinion, Interviews, Politics & Humor

Maybe I’m not a pervert after all
Bad Excuses
Engaging with Sexuality: A Personal Perspecti
I wish there were more porn
Cock Size: Does it matter?
Blue is not a “boy color.”

Erotic Non-Fiction

Watching My Wife With Another Man Story
Afternoon Cunnilingus & Birthday Sofa Sex
Why You Should Shave Your Partner
Oct 2014 Session – Mistress Claire
Two Days Later
Roping a cougarling
Divining Rods
Dorabella’s pink-velvet spanner

Erotic Fiction

Puppy Love
Quick & Dirty
She Says My Voice Changes for Her
THE BLINDFOLD – fear of the unknown
U is for undress…
Stay Baby…Stay.
kink of the week–glasses

Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

Slutfest Reflection
Love and Fairness
Winnowing
V is for……..
My heart turns blacker: the new rules

 

Thoughts & Advice on Kink & Fetish

Blast from the Fetish Video Past
The whole person approach to Submission
Down on my knees
Dominant Doppelgangers, Dominant Opposites
Four eyes
BDSM and Depression: Therapy or Self-Harm?

Poetry

Eden, Revisited: A Lusty Limerick

Writing About Writing

Stepping Stones
Centering Disabled Characters in My Erotica

 

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Rye asleep in her camisole.

I was so tired. There is something about being tired that makes a duvet even more comfortable. And Sir’s arm wrapping around my waist helped me sink into the bed even more. He was understanding that I was tired from all our painting and house work; our scene wasn’t too long and he didn’t come. I felt bad about it, but he didn’t seem to mind.

I rolled over and he grabbed his phone. Sometimes he likes to jerk off while looking at Tumblr. Some of the pictures are beautifully sexy, but much more ‘hardcore’ than we currently do. I could feel him stroking himself as the bed moved slightly. I actually found it calming. When he does masturbate and I am home he will usually come in my mouth, so I feel a bit better at not servicing him more fully. So I curled into my pillow and waited for him to order my mouth into action.

His pace quickened and slowed. He is much better at edging himself and I am when I masturbate. I was a bad sub for a moment and hoped he would hurry up; I didn’t want to fall asleep and have to be awoken to catch his come. He rolled over to me and rubbed my back. I am still not used to sleeping in a camisole, but it’s worth it not to catch my piercings on something or have them get infected. I started to roll over as I took his caresses to mean that he was ready for me.

“Stay where you are.”

I started to ask why, but thought better of it. Maybe he wasn’t as close as I had hoped, or maybe he didn’t want to use my mouth tonight. That seemed unlikely, but I stayed on my side. He continued to rub my back and slipped his hand under my camisole. As comfortable as I already was, this relaxed me even more. His own pace quickened and I again considered rolling over, but his hand kept me in place, continuing to massage my lower back.

All at once his hand moved up my back and his cock brushed my skin. Warm cum shot onto my back as he held the camisole away from skin. It tickled as the hot liquid reached up to my shoulder blade. When he finished, he lay there for a moment with a gratified sigh. I started to turn over, but was stopped as he pulled his hand down along with my camisole. He rubbed my back to press the shirt into the liquid, now cooling quickly, and sticking to my skin. The feeling went from sexy to icky in an instant.

“Goodnight, Cunt.” He said will his sadistic grin as he rolled over and went to sleep.

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Elust #80

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Something Meaningful
The debate goes on
Trim

~ Featured Post (Molly’s Picks) ~

No Take Backsies: Sexual “Politeness”
THE Process

~Readers Choice from Sexbytes ~

He’s not a Tumblr Dom

Erotic Non-Fiction

She Strips The Boundaries Away The Black Bra
He enjoyed Playing with My Shoes
One… two… ménage à trois!
Doing Mt. Shasta
What’s Behind that First Strike…
Memories
How To Top Off Valentine Weekend Lovemaking
Watching Cunnilingus
Scened All Night
Spoiled in the Sun
The Tennent
01/14 Session With Mistress Claire & Others
THREESOME HEAVEN – extreme sensations
The neighbours don’t learn my name
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Sex News, Opinion, Interviews, Politics & Humor

I Don’t Date on the First Sex
Meat market

Erotic Fiction

Lines
Who’s the Boss? (She is)
A Little Distraction
Let Me Share
Tell me lies, tell me sweet little lies…
a bit of filth
Original Sin
Watching

Thoughts & Advice on Kink & Fetish

My Day of Punishments Part 1
Filthy girl
Kink Without Sex: What Happens After Orgasms
Dominant roots
Using Our D/s to Get Through Stress

Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

First Times
The number of the beast…
Sometimes Love is Not a Pie
Bareback
Looking deep through reflection
Pussy Pics
So I Was Thinking

Events

A Night with Zombies – Cinema l’Amour
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What’s your kink?

“I think plane spotting is far weirder than S&M. That I really don’t get. I can understand why people are into S&M, but standing outside Heathrow Terminal 5 waiting for Ryanair to come in?” – Jamie Dornan

Now that the Fifty Shades hoopla has passed I can share this gem I found. Jamie Dornan gave an interview to GQ magazine early in the year as part of the press for the Fifty Shades of Grey movie release. A lot of his interviews made him seem uptight and uncomfortable with his upcoming role. I was hoping that they were just taking his words out of context. This interview is finally what I was hoping he would say.

I guess I just appreciate the reality check for all those people who think S&M is so ‘out there’. He made comments to other media about going to a dungeon and their quotes were very negative. I like that he (and the reporter) focused on the laughter and obvious comfort between the Dom and his sub.

We all have something weird that we enjoy. Be it sexual or just a hobby. It’s odd to me that I get such a good feeling when someone outside the lifestyle is positive about BDSM. Obviously those in the community are going to be supportive, I guess I’m just a sucker for good press.

Trying to be positive today. The baby was up early, so a second pot of coffee may be necessary. Lots of little projects and cleaning to do this morning while the house is quiet. And the pile of work on my desk isn’t going to get smaller by itself. But I will smile, plug away, and think of all the other weird things I could be into.

 

My Happy Place

I lay curled up under the covers. I won’t be warm for long and I am not going to waste the opportunity. It’s a peaceful quiet as I hear Sir pull everything from the drawer he will need. Clinking cuffs and rope bundles are placed at the foot of the bed, I can feel the weight of them on my feet.

He pulls the covers off of me as my temperature drops and anticipation grows.
I am in for an amazing evening.

Definitely a Win

“Roll onto your back.” My eyes flickered open as I saw Sir disappear under the duvet. My eyes closed again, but only until his tongue slid up my thigh. Awake and writhing he played with me. I love it when he plays with me. His hands wander all over my body. Like he can’t get enough of me. I am exactly what he needs and I love giving him everything. His fingers force their way inside me with so much pressure and urgency that I almost cum without permission. But he has other activities planned, so he allows me to cum without too much begging.

He climbs up my body to replace his fingers with his cock. My pussy is still pulsing and we both groan. But he immediately pulls out and moves up the bed.

“You are my fuck puppet.”

“Yes, Sir”

“Say it. Tell me what you are.”

“I am your fuck puppet.”

“Louder.”

“I am your fuck puppet.” The phrase doesn’t even sound silly in my head. I was so turned on and he was in complete dominant mode. He positioned himself on his knees by my head.

“Clean yourself off of me.” I was more than happy to comply. This is my favorite position for giving him oral sex. I can take him so much deeper this way. And, rather selfishly, he often plays with me. He spanked me several times to push my mouth further down on him.

“Roll over.” I moved quickly. More than happy to beg to cum again. He began spanking me almost immediately. “Tell me what you are.”

“I am a fuck puppet.”

“Again.”

“I am a fuck puppet.” He wanted me to say it every time he slapped me. Over and over. I only stopped to beg to cum. Sir was generous enough to let me cum with him. As soon as he leaned back I quickly turned around to clean him off. He gently rubbed my back as I completed my work. I couldn’t help sighing in pleasant satisfaction.

I sat up and looked at the clock, 9:58. I couldn’t believe that not only had I dozed off so early, but that we had had amazing sex as well, all before 10:00. Sir chuckled along with me when I told him. At least we both appreciate our currently lame lifestyle due to an infant, leading to early bedtimes. And I was not going to complain about my numerous orgasms.

Sir and I curled up with his hand on my breast. I’m not sure it was more than five minutes until his breathing slowed and I drifted off myself.

So I guess I’m a fuck puppet now. A happy, sore little puppet on Sir’s private string.