In the capture, there must presumably be struggle. On the other hand, it must be clearly understood that this is to be a lovers’ wrestling, in which each, though exerting his strength against the other, is concerned that the other not be injured. In an actual rape, which is the last thing one is talking about here, it is extremely difficult, without beating her, to have intercourse with an unbound struggling woman. It can be done, I suppose, but the feat would seem to be more of an athletic than a sexual event. It is possible to intimidate rape victims into compliance. In such a case there is no struggle. It is also possible to beat the female. If she is half unconscious, or is sick, and can scarcely breathe from a blow to the stomach, she can’t do much but lie there and wait to be fucked, and hope you will finish quickly and go away, so she can vomit and get up. Obviously, in a love rape, a fantasy between husband and wife, he neither wishes to intimidate her nor, obviously, to injure her or make her miserable. The love rapes of fantasy must be delicious for both; otherwise they are without point. If the wife doubts that her husband could really rape her, if he wished, she may be assured that he could, but she might not much care for it. Accordingly, the wife’s struggle must not be motivated by the desire to see if he could really rape her. She must, and he, too, of course, play within the rules of the lovers’ game. His greater strength, provided respect and love is maintained, leave no doubt as to the game’s outcome. When she loses, they both win. There is no game, of course, if she gets clobbered in the head or he gets mashed in the testicles. That would be a bit like hitting the opposing pitcher with a baseball bat. In all love struggles, there must be delight. They are not real fights. Each, the lover of the other, must take care to avoid hurting the other; their second job, of course, is to see that each gets as much pleasure as the other can give. If the wife insists on seeing if the husband can really rape her, refraining, of course, from attempts to injure him, as he will refrain from attempts to subdue her by beating or intimidation, the husband has a simple strategy at his disposal. He turns her to her stomach, kneels across her body and, with a short cord, knots her hands behind her back. He then turns her to her back, and, a hand under the back of each knee, thrusts her back against the head of the bed or, if on a rug, against the wall. Then, let her struggle as much as she pleases. She has nowhere to go and she is confined. If she continues to struggle her movements will merely add to your pleasure. Unfortunately, of course, in this situation, she has presumably not been fully aroused, and you would be likely to ejaculate too quickly, thus robbing both of you of lengthy, pre-climaxing pleasures. This would be, except perhaps on occasion, a second-best continuation. It should serve to prove to the wife, of course, should she be in doubt, that her husband is fully capable of actually raping her, if and when he might please. She might then look upon him somewhat differently than she had before. That is the sort of man she lives with. Her position in the house as a vulnerable female is made more clear to her. Every woman likes a hint of danger; it is like perfume to a man. She will not think less of her husband, knowing he can rape her when he wants. She may even find it sexually stimulating. It doesn’t hurt a wife’s libido to understand that hubby may not be as harmless as she thought. A woman who is raped by her husband is likely to remember her rape long after she has forgotten more prosaic love makings.