Another week is over. I’m snuggled on the sofa with Mr H while he watches football, and I feel safe and loved. My mind drifts organically as I lay here musing on the week and of course on Mr H and our relationship. Musings. This morning I mentioned to MrH that I had wondered if he had ever considered having me wear the but plug during the day on weekends or after work. He replied that he had thought many things over the last 5 …
