For as long as I can recall, my wife and I haven’t shared a bedroom. There were several reasons for this: I spent nearly half the year away on business trips, and when I was home, faxes kept arriving in our room from Hong Kong and Europe—a nuisance back before email became standard. Since I ran businesses across multiple countries, I was constantly on calls or dealing with incoming faxes late into the night. Another factor is that my wife is bisexual and frequently had female partners stay over for sleepovers. It suited me better to have a separate room of my own; I actually enjoy it. My space feels masculine, allowing me to burp and pass gas freely without worry.
Today, while giving her a foot massage, she announced that from now on, I must ask permission before stepping into her bedroom. When I asked why, she cited privacy concerns—likely because I’ve interrupted her solo time one too many times. This brings another rule to the list: no PIV sex, no sharing the bed, and no entering without asking first. She seems increasingly at ease in a dominant position. In fact, she now gets turned on when using her paddle on me. Her attitude has shifted from worrying about hurting me to feeling unfulfilled unless my backside shows bruises or welts. Our dynamic has definitely changed, and my CB6K device is struggling under the pressure.