Recently, events changed the way I perceive my life. The daily treadmill of working life stopped for a moment, sufficiently so to throw me off and then continue as if nothing had happened. The wheel turned and I could only stand and watch. An observer of modern industry at work in its foulsest form. I struggled with redundancy, I’ll be honest, it hit me like a brick in the back of the head and just as I went down, I was kicked in the balls, metaphorically speaking. My structured life was disrupted and nothing was the same anymore; Or was it?
In one of our many conversations on the road to recovery, my wife looked at me and reminded me that she was my sub. By default I had access to her body 24/7 if I wanted it. “I’m a sure thing!” She said smiling. “You can fuck me, cane me, spank me and fuck again, whenever you want, nothing has really changed with us.”
She was right, she and I were still the same people. We looked the same, sounded the same and aside from a change in financial security, nothing had changed. Kids, the same. View from our house over hills thousands of years old, the same.
In that one small statement, ‘I’m a sure thing,’ the world seemed a better place and I had access to it whenever I wanted! ?