I have come across some pretty crazy women in my day. If you ask Daddy, all women have a bit of crazy, just some have more than others. Don't get me wrong, men have their crazy, too, it just comes in a different form.
I've always counted myself out of the crazy group. Calm, cool, and collected...that was me, until D/s.
Now, know that I would never ever take a baseball bat to his truck. His poker friend's wife, on the other hand... Unbelievably, the guy married her after she trashed his car, which he bought only 3 months prior.
And I would never ever hit my x-boyfriend with my car like an old friend of mine. What can I say, she either hates you or loves you. Good thing is, if you are on her good side she'll hit someone with her car if they hurt you. Miss that girl...
However, I might pack up everything D/s related and stick it in a closet far away from the bedroom, so I would never ever have to see it again. And I might even come up with the idea that Daddy should find someone else to have sex with, but come back home to me.
I didn't tell him about that second part but, unfortunately, I did pack up all our toys and anything that would remind me of D/s.
We talked. It wasn't easy. I'll spare you the details.
Then, after it was decided that we would keep on keepin' on, he told me to go get one toy.
I picked the collar, even though it really isn't a toy.
He was only sorry I didn't bring the clamps as well (which he thinks should come hand-in-hand with collar...but that's another post).