Safe Word Was Yellow and I Meant It
First BDSM scene. Trusted him. Said yellow. He stopped like we practiced. That's why I came back.
Friends think it's abuse. It's not.
We negotiated. We practiced stopping.
Yellow meant slow down, not stop the relationship.
BDSM taught me my body has veto power my marriage forgot.
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