Life has changed so much over the last 18 months. Many people are seeming to adapt to work and relationship changes. That doesn’t seem to be happening to me. I think the life I am being told to live is so secondary to what I enjoyed in the past that at present I am not yet wholly willing to accept it.
I was not free to be his and we both had to exercise amazing restraint and patience to wait until my kids were old enough for me to be free to live the life we both desired. I cried tears of patience. And he thumped a few walls in patience. It was a hard time.
My man wore my knickers and dressed up in hold-ups and thigh length boots. He topped it off with a tight waistcoat and I was putty in his hands as he tied me up and flogged me looking like he was about to set foot onto the set of the Rocky Horror Picture Show.