Live, corona end everything, part III

I often philosophized with my lady casually that it would be nice if I could just put her in a cage under our bed in the evenings.

Surprisingly, as with so many things I say, this had the effect that she decided to build one. She began sketches. She thought about using timber framing. She philosophized about how to design the cage door.We considered that the bed should be wide in tendency so that children could still fit next to us. It should perhaps offer ceiling bars so bondage could be done to it. Illumination would still be an issue…it should possibly be integrated.

She planned to use a 3 week vacation in the fall to get the bed semi-finished.

I was totally knackered at that phase. Between way too much work, the kids, and the relationship, I was watching to get stuff done. I maybe helped build the bed once in a while. Watched with interest. Liked it. But after three weeks, unfortunately, it ended up that actually only the wood was there. Purchased, sawed to fit, grinded, coated. But nothing more. It still had to be assembled. We suspected that this would be considerable work.

My lady’s sub was called in partly to help, partly he was happy to lend a hand. The two built. With highest accuracy. My tendency to use 80% solutions here and there was mostly ignored. I also did not want to impose myself in this matter. If I had done things myself as an 80% solution, I would not have really helped either. Rather I would have harmed, because it would have insulted the work and accuracy of the two also.

So that sub was with us regularly. I found it exhausting. But I could not throw him out. After all, he was helping with something that I could not complete in a timely manner. In the end, I would have had to do his work myself and I knew I couldn’t do that. And he did it better than I could have, too. This led to me working in the evenings while they were building. Went to bed late, hardly talked to each other. Tended to be tired.

In the end, there was the bed.

A building in our bedroom. Conspicuous already when walking through the hallway. Timber frame, without screws. Mostly plugged in with wooden dowels. Not creaking.

I already mentioned that I had a board for the head concerning some characteristics of my lady and that sub brought about a “thick end” towards the end of the year. Here again mentioned: my lady is no carpenter. She had never built a bed. But it stands there now.

As a construction, an element of our bedroom that makes it a hideaway for both of us. The bed is a work that you do not want to leave. And there is none on sight of hundreds of miles that I know of that comes close to being comparable. This is THE SM bed. And we know many locations from the inside 🙂 .

Of course, it also has a cage under the bed. Thanks to the framework, it is implemented so that the cage is not recognizable as such. Who is inside, does not come out. However, the children – thanks to the absence of bars and other features – lack the recognition of the pattern “cage”. They can tell a lot in kindergarten and school… A lot has to happen before an educator realizes what we are talking about.

We told the children that we didn’t want them to go on a wild goose chase down there, and that’s why there was a lockable door. The reasoning lasts a few years for now. The children also fit through the gaps. They go in and out down there. Prohibitively. But it is just a dark padded slightly hidden room. An ideal cave. The youngest of my lady has recently secretly gone to sleep there. Snuck in, covered up and kept his mouth shut. In no time, the little man slept a blissful sleep.

My lady has rarely slept in this cage so far. It was thrilling on both sides to put her in there. I knew she felt comfortable lying down alone, yet protected.

But I was lying alone. And so did she.

We rarely did that in retrospect.

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