Though I can’t find the book I read it in, I once read something Benjamin Franklin wrote about a seminal experience of his youth. It went something like this: An older acquaintance of his came up to him one day……

What the s /wants/, not wrong.

Since the dom can pay attention, but still can’t read minds, safewords exist. I don’t think the Christian D/s thing allows that.

You know how sometimes, people are lazy, or just, expects a lot, which includes, expecting someone to already know what you want so you don’t have to work for it to be done? D/s /plays/ on dominance, where the D is the one who moves the s, but only doing so in ways that the s wrong, while paying close attention that the s is enjoying it. I like both the idea of being able to relax completely and trust that it will be good (sub), and being given the power to please someone who trust me.

The Christian D/s thing, creepy. The husband is not using his given authority to please his wife, he’s using it to please himself. So really, he might as well get a blown up doll. The wife isn’t relaxing when she is expected to wait on his wishes always eh

“I’ve got a wealth of, semi, theoretical knowledge; which makes my survival, anywhere on the planet, a reasonably likely outcome. And I know how to make a lot of weapons; from all over the world.

So, if I can make it past the first few days, I have millenia of tactical knowledge, and survival information and food storage, etc., on my side.”

Oh yes, homo superior are we ? The cavemen would eat you, their woodcraft would be light years (humour !) better than yours. Just your odour would probably do you. How good are you at staying still and quiet ? And when is this challenge occurring ? Knowledge of fauna and flora would be vital. And a spear is a distance weapon,
light spears a blood loss weapon, short spears a shock weapon. The stoicism and toughness of the caveman are probably just a bit better than yours.
And, what are you wearing ? Are you nekkid ? etc, etc etc.

Even before I was sick I knew there were limits to what I could do in a day.

Now I have different limits, but it’s not that I get to spend “spoons”. I don’t know where my limits are, and won’t until I hit them.

I know that they are more closely defined than they were, but from day to say when I run out of energy is still unkown.

No, it’s not as clear as it ought to be but there you go.

Just nauseating. I bet their marriages do go better, though. Presuming that better is measured by the mere absence of bickering. If you’re married to someone who wants a slave, then being one will surely make them happier. And that……