Katie’s the one in charge.

She’s the one who runs the house and makes most of the decisions on travel, home, and purchases. I love her fiercely but occasionally I’d like to take the lead.

I dreamed of being in charge. It’s a recurring string of dreams that come to me most weeks. My most common dream is of anchoring her in one place. Making her quiet. Doing what I pleased to her lovely body as she was held there, helpless to her pleasure.

I tethered her to an ornamental wrought-iron railing out by the back garden. It guarded a small patch of sweet peas — when they were actually growing — and allowed me 360-degree access to her luscious body. I bound her ankles to the black iron, setting them wide. I tethered her wrists to the bar right in front of her, centered just... Read More