Greetings spankos and pervs!
In last week’s post, Kirsten found herself both surprised and aroused at her husband’s pronouncement that he’d been planning to forbid her from traveling further due to her pregnancy. That concept — the idea that Keihl would forbid her something, a concrete demonstration of his steadily increasing control of her behavior — left Kirsten contemplating just what it meant that she seemed to crave the dominance of her husband, even as it clashed with how she’d been raised to see herself. From last week’s clip:
She didn’t give a shit anymore about what the “right” thing to do was. She didn’t give a shit about what she was supposed to feel and do. To her mind, feminism was about the choice, the freedom, to be who — and what — she was.
And apparently that was a woman who practically went into heat every time her husband ordered her around.
In this week’s clip, Kirsten’s musings explore this theme further, as she considers what this insight about her deep-seated needs really says about her.
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What did that really mean though? What did that say about her? Was this — like so much else she’d been questioning of late — just the pregnancy hormones talking, or was it something else, something more profound? She’d always assumed she’d have a nesting instinct when she got pregnant. Instead, she seemed to have an instinct to curl up at her husband’s feet, her ass raised for both his caresses and his slaps.
“Get a hold of yourself,” she whispered, making the plate of white rice and chicken — one of the few things she hoped wouldn’t trigger her nausea again. She put it in the microwave, set it, and picked up her phone again.
<Honestly, I don’t know what I would’ve said, if you’d told me — outright told me — that you wouldn’t allow me to fly anymore.>
<Oh really? I think you would’ve said “Yes, Sir.”>
<And how do you know that?>
She leaned against the counter, rubbing her neck as she waited for her food to heat, for her husband to reply. For this to all start making some sense.
<You would’ve said “Yes, Sir” for two reasons. One, you don’t really want to fly anymore either.>
Of course, he was right, but she wasn’t about to let him know he’d been reading her like a goddamned book.
<What’s the other one then, Keihl?>
Her mouth suddenly went dry, heat flashing in her cheeks. He was so quick — and devastatingly effective — at redirecting her attention, at focusing her.
At making sure she behaved.
Behaved? What the fuck?
Her fingers had seemed to type the words on autopilot, as if her conscious brain had utterly uncoupled from her reflex, her instinct, to obey him.
<You’re forgiven, girl>
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You KNOW I hate to end it there, but format is tyranny after all, and it must be obeyed. Mostly:)
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