How to end a quarrel

Not the smartest idea in the world but the image stayed with me so I put it here.

Not uncomfortable, I was used to it, I knelt loosely bound at my wrists in a corner.

One of the commonplaces of BDSM is that you don’t take your daily problems into D/s. We agreed. But we’d made an exception. I guess it was my fault.

If you live with someone for more than a few months, after the romantic glow has to blend with the day-to-day business you have quarrels. She may sulk and think about leaving while you in another room are wondering if she’ll let you help pack.

It can drag on for hours. Maybe even into the next day. What a waste of time.

In domestic battles I’ve always been more of a peacemaker than a warrior. I’d rather calm down and go to sleep.

One day when she was cursing me about I don’t know what offense I told her if she really felt that way she should just lock me in a closet and forget about me.

She did.

Then penitent and loving she came and let me out.

We didn’t do it often, neither of us really thought it wise. But sometimes when we fought I’d agree to be bound and put in corner or closet or wherever she wished me.

Within fifteen or maybe thirty minutes at the outside she’d feel sorry for me and release me. Then we’d having a loving evening making up. Not something I’d recommend that you try but it was odd how well it worked for us.