Chapter Six
The human mind – or at least the male mind, or at least mine – can be a very strange thing. It can cycle through extremes in the most puzzling way. Despite my continuing and ever growing misgivings about being married to Amelia Barnes I find myself incapable of taking any concrete steps to leave her.
The conflict between my deep and nearly insufferable shame and self-hatred at what she does to me and my inexplicable addiction to her s****l domination seems insoluble even as it tears me apart. In the immediate aftermath of orgasm I’m so disgusted and contemptuous of myself that I’m willing and even determined to accept penury rather than put up with any more deliberate and systematic degradation. Yet soon I find myself compelled once again to submit to her not just by my fear
