We had a beautiful night with all the boys, including my foster. He really needed the attention, and he got it, every bit of it. But what mattered more was what came next. I used my power for something important. I went to visit my dear friend on her death bed, and I...

It feels strange, but good, to say this: I’m back with my girlfriend. After everything that’s happened, she’s taken me back—and not just as a partner, but as her submissive. That shift has brought a real sense of balance back to my private life. And now, more than...

Turns out hubby is feeling a little frustrated about our extra mouth to feed. He grumbled about fosterthing, muttered about the added food, and complained about tripping over houseboy on the way to the washer. I let him vent for a minute. Then I told him to shut up. I...