So, I reviewed in Part 1 how my wife and I discovered our dom/sub relationship after 12 years of marriage. Fast forward a few years to a weekend getaway we‘d planned for our 15-year anniversary. In those years in between, we’d explored her submission at great length and had come to a level of communication and intimacy in our relationship that can’t be described as anything other than incredible.
For our anniversary, we’d planned a weekend away alone (a much anticipated break from parenting and just being able to enjoy ourselves, alone, as a couple). We‘d made a reservation at a hotel in quaint little town on the water a couple of hours away. A town that is bustling with boater activity and tourists most months, but becomes a quiet little town with a lot of cute shops and nice restaurants in the winter. A perfect retreat for us. And since it was a significant anniversary, we’d splurged and gotten a large suite at a really nice hotel overlooking the water. I had every intention of making this an anniversary and a weekend we would never forget. Little did I know it would turn into a weekend we talk about still, as one of the most memorable and hot experiences either of us could dream of.