Monday, August 22, 2016

Before She Leaves, Part I

[At dinner, last Friday night...]

Me: “So, while you’re at Burning Man this year, will I have permission to—”

My Wife: “The cage goes on before I leave.”

Me: “...”

Her: “Weren’t expecting that, were you?”

Me: “You’ve never ... well... required the cage before.”

Her: “I am now.”

Me: “And when you went to that regional burn a few months ago, you gave me a blanket freedom to—”

Her: “That was then. This is now. You’re wearing the cage while I’m gone.”

Me: “...”

Her: “Different feeling, isn’t it, now that the reality of a week in the cage instead of just the fantasy is staring you in the face?”

Me: “Yes... Maybe... I mean, I’m surprised, that’s all.”

Her: “You mean that I would actually do this to you, finally?”

Me: “Yes.”

Her: “You still don’t realize how much I really am enjoying this, do you?”

Me: “I guess not.”

Her: “Make your peace with it. Because this is my decision, and you will abide by it.”

Me: “Yes, Ma’am.”

Her: “Good boy. Now, as long as we’re speaking about what you’ll be doing while I’m away...”

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    1. Some subs will laugh at just a week (or so), I know. The longest I've ever done so far is 3 days, though, so this will be all-new territory for me.

      And of course, she threw another twist at me in Part II...

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