My husband has an ex. The woman he was with when he met me. They were not married, but it was serious. And yes, she was his Domme.

Life has a funny way of looping back. Over the years, despite some early friction, she and I ended up building a relationship of our own. Mutual respect. Shared understanding. A very similar way of seeing men, power, and control. Next week she is coming to stay with us for a few days, and I will be honest, this visit reaches into some very personal territory that I do not often write about. Especially where my husband is concerned.

The last time she visited was about four summers ago. The three of us, along with thing1 for service, rented a small cabin at the beach. The purpose was very clear. The two of us wanted to dominate my husband together. We did. Thoroughly. It was intense, intimate, and unforgettable. We laughed, we planned, we pushed him, and we enjoyed every second of sharing that power.

This time we are doing it differently. We have a hotel room downtown, with a view of Seattle that I already know will be breathtaking at night. Three nights. The three of us. And this time, I am bringing scrappydo.

He needs to see this. He needs to experience a rare situation where his master, my husband, is the one fully under control. scrappydo will assist. He will observe. He will learn. He will serve while watching a man he has been conditioned to see as authority placed beneath two women who know him better than anyone else ever has.

Do not misunderstand me. Nothing is off the table. The dynamic will be layered, deliberate, and deeply revealing. My husband knows exactly what he is walking into, and so does she.

I cannot wait. The city lights behind him. The room quiet except for instruction and breath. And the reminder, delivered with precision and care, that strength does not belong to men by default.

Some lessons are best revisited.

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