Chasing Me Chasing You

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

My Dominant’s Dominant

So I think my Sir is a submissive to someone else. Or, in this case, something else. He is a sub to his phone. He worships it like a third testicle. It’s like that small piece of plastic owns him like I wish he would own me. It’s not fair (I’m six, didn’t you know). How did he enter into another D/s relationship without talking to me first? Can I legitimately throw the phone away? I mean, I know I can’t, but can I? This is how I’m going to react when he tries to add a third into our play, isn’t it?

Maybe I’m just bitter that the phone gets more attention that I do most of the time. He checks the thing religiously. It gets to go to work with him, it’s always in his pocket. That phone has the job that I want. It’s the middle of the night and we are trying to get the baby back to sleep, and he’s on his phone. What is he checking at that hour? If the world is ending, can’t it wait until 6am?

I tried to ask him things a couple of times and he was completely zoned out. Finally I had to wave at him to get his attention. Which, of course, led to me sighing, and him getting pissed off at me.

I know, I know. I’m the sub here. ‘Are you in there McFly?’

Submissive or not, I’m still considering throwing that phone in the snow. Though, knowing my luck, the dog would retrieve it for him. Daddy’s girl bitch.