Chasing Me Chasing You

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

Comfort vs. Sexy

I am currently working on getting healthy. Changing my diet and trying to exercise more to lose weight and feel sexier. Ever since starting this blog I have constantly struggled with posting photos of myself on here when all I look at are the rolls and stretch marks. It’s just hard to feel sexy when you pick apart each photo even as you publish them. So clothes where I look sexy help me feel that way too. And I obviously want Sir to enjoy the way I look as well as that leads to lovely groping and spanking throughout the day.

But also, I’m a mom. I work from home and have an endless list of chores and errands to run. As much as I want to look amazing for him when he gets home, I have things to do. I try to look put together. I know that there is a lot of judgement as I drop the kids off at school from other parents. When I lose some more weight I’ll try the sexy dress drop off. Maybe I’ll have Sir come with me to get pictures.

So yesterday when I did my weight-in and I had lost another six pounds Sir and I decided I could have a few dresses. I kept aiming for something sexy, but practical won out. I did end up buying some new thongs to wear for him though. From my knees down I feel sexy. I have skinny calves. But the rest of me just feels like I’m wearing a moo-moo (for those not from the US, a moo-moo is like a housecoat for fat people). I feel good about the ten pounds I’ve lost so far, but I guess I just have a ways to go before I am completely comfortable in my own skin. Rye in her comfy yet sexy dress.



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