A few weeks before Christmas, I started to get the feeling that my boyfriend Mike was up to something. There were a number of sizable packages arriving in the mail addressed to him, and he had prohibited me from going down to the basement work room. And by prohibited, I mean he put a padlock on the basement door.
By way of background, Mike and I have been living together for about six months. From the start, he was clearly the dominant sexual partner in the relationship.