She took a deep, shuddering breath and he rubbed her back, trying to soothe her.
“He started to dictate what I could wear and who I could see. It got so bad that I couldn’t even get dressed without his permission, sometimes I went days where I was completely naked. Luckily, he didn’t want anyone else to know what went on in our marriage, so he never paraded me around in front of others.”
Leaning in, he kissed her forehead.
“I had to do whatever he said. If he wanted s*x, food, whatever, it was my duty to supply it. I had no say in anything.”
“Oh, baby. Christ, I hope you know that wasn’t a true power exchange relationship. That was abuse, pure and simple.”
“Power exchange?”
He nodded. “Where one partner gives up their power completely to another. It’s always consensual and it’s somet
