Chasing Me Chasing You

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


Sir loves to tell me stories…

These are not the bedtime stories that we read our children. He gets these creative whims sometimes. I sit between his legs and massage his thighs and he spins these tales of all our dirty thoughts. Sir uses these tales to tell me his darkest fantasies. Things he wants to do to me; things we can’t do right now because of real life; retellings of things we have already done. It’s hot.

They can get quite elaborate and other characters will drift in an out, but mostly it’s just us. The two of us at our best; doing the things that we want to do but never have time for. Someday I will try and recall enough to write one down for you. Admittedly, he usually starts rubbing my breasts and other bits and I zone out for the last bit. My nipples get hard and I drip all over the bed and any following play is hot and heavy.

I guess at it’s core this isn’t really so BDSMy. It makes me feel cared for and precious. I think it taps into his more sentimental Dominant side. But it’s great to enter into our D/s headspace and just be able to talk about all the things we want to do. It feels different, at least for me, to share those thoughts with my Dom. Not that I would judge him for any of this fantasies, even if some of them involve things that I am currently not comfortable doing yet. But he puts the idea in my head, so when he eventually tells me to do x,y, and z I am prepared.

Trust me, I’ll take this type of preparation anytime he wants. And with that in mind, I have to go put my butt plug in.


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