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This morning as I teased my hair with the blow dryer, I looked over at the baby who was lying on the bed, watching me intently. 114 more words


On Modesty

A couple years ago I had an acquaintance who was a semi-nudist, for lack of a better way to put it. He had a way of always bringing up his habits in conversation, and when I said that I personally preferred to be fully clothed around everyone other than my husband, this semi-nudist started babbling about how we shouldn’t be ashamed of our bodies. 225 more words



I complained that I felt like Sisyphus, who’s punishment was to eternally push a boulder up a hill, only to have it roll back down again and again. 191 more words


The Price and why I get away with it

Yesterday I wrote that I had no remorse over being punished, and my husband asked me to explain why. Later, when we were talking about my blog post, he commented that the explanation I wrote might make others think he was insecure about my level of obedience, then explained what it actually was that he wanted me to elaborate on. 441 more words



My husband and I missed another night of lovemaking, and I spent the entire next day wallowing in despair. Every now and then I thought about muscling my way through it and accomplishing something with myself, but the depression was just too much for me. 359 more words


A contemplation of the application of force

A rope may hold her fast, but what holds the rope? Are not the hands which shape the knots better applied to the flesh which yields at his slightest touch? 111 more words