From our married life
I'm Vera. For five years I've been the one in charge: my husband wears a cage, keeps the house, takes his punishments — and we're both happier than we were. This is what it actually looks like: not scenes, but daily life. Names and details changed.
Clothespins and the tea gone cold
Two wooden clothespins from the tea shelf, my husband on a kitchen chair, me drinking tea and not looking.
He waited in the bedroom while I went for bread
I tied my husband with a silk cord and went to the shop for an hour. What he heard lying caged, face in the pillow, how he looked at me when I came back, and…
Ice cream on the corner and the quiet signal
Ten days at the sea with my husband locked: two laps around the pier, ice cream melting onto his hand, a wine glass turned stem-first.
The strap under his shirt at Sunday dinner
A leather strap under his shirt collar, put on at my word before lunch at my parents’. My father’s question, a hand on his knee under the table, two fingers at…
Two weeks in the top drawer
He asked once and ordered it himself; the box lay under my tights for two weeks. On Friday I buckled on the straps, kept his cage locked and went in an inch at…
Fifteen minutes after the dishes
A new evening practice: after the dishes he works the strap-on at my knee with his mouth for fifteen minutes by timer while I read.
Massage and his silence by the bed
After a massage with a new therapist I handed my husband my wet panties and told him to stand by the bed.
Coffee on the Nightstand and an Empty Fridge
Sunday, an empty fridge, a book. He knelt at the foot of the bed, I said “you may” and kept reading.
The guide: 85 chapters — for her and for him
Everything in these stories, laid out properly: how to step into the role, how to hold power through daily life, how not to burn out — and 41 chapters for him on serving so that it's easy for you.