Our safeword for when I want Craftsmate to stop what he’s doing is red. The safeword for just slowing down a little is yellow.

Tonight, Craftsmate was kind of idly tickling me and I was squirming around on the couch.

“Stop!” I gasped out when it got too much, “stop! Red!”

Without a beat, Craftsmate replied: “the blood of angry men.”

This is clearly my punishment for not agreeing to see Les Miserables tonight.

Edit: He’s now sitting here playing the song and looking all proud of himself.