My wife has been ill for quite some time with cancer. It has put a real damper on our sex life, but this past weekend after putting a long bout with chemotherapy and radiation behind us we decided to have a little fun.

We were enjoying her favorite scene, "Strict Principal/Bad School Girl" when the time arrived for a little additional lubrication. I stepped into the master bathroom and opened the medicine cabinet. Pretty much every pill known to modern medicine was contained inside. So I carefully moved and shuffled the pill bottles around. Then I moved them around some more, but I still couldn't find the $%^&$% lube! I looked out the doorway and my wife, clad in a only a plaid skirt, was obviously more then a little enthusiastic.

So as I stood naked in front of the medicine cabinet I thought for just a fleeting moment about BDSM, and what it meant to be a dominant and a submissive. I thought about asking, "Babe, did you move the KY? Do you know where it might be?"

Then I thought to myself. "Hell no, I am not going to do any such thing."

I tore the shelves out of the cabinet, emptied their contents into the wicker clothes basket and found the freakin' lube without anymore delay.

After lounging in bed an hour or so afterward, then getting a shower, I spent the next two or three hours fixing the medicine cabinet.

My wife asked me what happened while I was working on the cabinet and, screwdriver in hand, I told her. She knelt down and placed a very warm kiss on my foot and said "Thank you, Master."

I told her it was well worth it.