She tied me up and ransacked my flat. But I still love her!

My superior half is going through a difficult patch, writes Dutiful, from Kettering.

She's under a lot of pressure at work. And she's just given up smoking. And she just found out that the recession has wiped half the value off her Porsche.

I tried to explain to her she shouldn't worry. She's still mega rich and successful. "You've got loads of cars," I say, "sometimes I wish you'd trust me to drive one."

She just says, "Shut up and do my ironing, hun."

She treats me like her domestic slave! I shouldn't stand for it, but then again, her power gives me such a rush! And when she hugs me, or affectionately slaps my bottom, I just melt.

Still, tying me up and ransacking my flat was going a bit far.

Well, OK, her apartment. She owns it. She just installed me in it.

She burst in, late at night, on a mission.

"OK honey," she said, "I want you to get them out now. Now!"

Oh god. I knew exactly what she was after. She'd left a pack of cigarettes with me. And strict instructions never to give them to her, no matter what she said. Or did.

"Well now I'm telling you to give them to me, OK? Am I going to have to spank you?"

She was indeed. Previously, she instructed me never to give up the fags to her, no matter how many slappings I took. Now I was going to have to prove myself to her.

As I lay across her knees, while she blushed my bottom, I tried to console myself I'd be rewarded later. With every jolt of pain I took from her, I was earning her respect and sympathy. Maybe she'd buy me something nice.

Finally, it dawned on her. She could smoke me, but I'd never let her ruin her magnficent body. I would sacrifice myself to save her.

"Hmm, I can see I trained you too well," she said. She began tying me up.

"Stay there while I search the flat."

I hadn't anticipated my flat being ransacked by an angry alpha woman. So she soon discovered my feeble hiding place. And off she went, without even untying me.

Luckily, she came round the next morning and let me go.

I thought she might be grateful for resisting her. Well trying. But oh no.

"Now, didn't I tell you not to let me find those cigarettes," she said, arching her eyebrow, and swishing a leather belt. "I think I'm going to have to punish you...."

What should I do, Problem Solver?


Answer:

Dear Dutiful.

I think she sounds magnificent. You're very lucky.

He felt threatened by women with more money than him

Tommy was a bit old fashioned. So he probably shouldn't have got a job in a female dominated office.

If that wasn't bad enough, he felt a bit threatened by confident women who earned good money.

His boss, Ms Angel, sent him off to make her a cup of tea. Dutifully, he trotted off.

To get to the kitchen, he had to walk past one lady, Ms Darcy, who he found particularly frightening.

As he walked past her desk, her caught her gaze, and her eyes seemed to be saying something.

"Don't come too close to my desk, or you'll take a spanking," she seemed to be saying. "Do you want some, pal? Eh? Do you think you're not too big to go over my knee?" he imagined her saying.

He ran into the kitchen, slammed the door behind him and leaned back on it. (He'd seen heroines do that in the movies)

He found hmself asking the same question."Why am threatened by successful, confident women?" he quivered.

Suddenly, he found the other kitchen door opening. He heard a familiar voice, "Well a well a well, a look who we got here," she tormented him. It was Ms Darcy. Her mouth was pursed in a mean scowl, so she let her tattoos do the talking. "looks like you got yourelf a penis as a fountain pen there, boy," she said, in her unmistakeable mid western drawl. He didn't know what that meant, but didn't dare question her.

She began to unburden herslf of her unhappiness.

And boy, could she talk.

[to be continued]

Will Ms Darcy be as mean as she looks?
Why is Tom threatened by successful confident women?
And can Ms Darcy be all that clever anyway if she gets upset so easily?

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