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.
Nineteen points and the foot cream
For three weeks he saved points in my notebook. It came to nineteen, I said it out loud — and he brought the foot cream.
Key in the lock and he's already on his knees
He has met me on his knees at the door for six years. That evening a courier rang, then the bank, and I walked past him and forgot.
An inspection in the hall, with my coat on
I said “not today” and saw his thumb rubbing his knuckle. Three minutes of inspection in the hall, coat on: chafing under the ring he had kept quiet about for…
Thong under the vacuum
Tuesday, full clean: my husband kneels at the radiator in a thong and cage while I run a finger along the shelves.
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.