Henry dons a French maid’s outfit at the behest of Mistress Miranda and caters to her every whim — and those of her domme friends.

The very best thing about being married to Miranda is that I never know what to expect when I get home from work. Sometimes I find a loving wife and a hot meal waiting on the table for me, but other times I find a corset-clad dominatrix who wants to punish me. I get so nervous and excited when I open the door because I never know which Miranda I’m going to meet: the devoted housewife who always has food on the table or the bitch queen of my darkest fantasies.

Sometimes Miranda likes to keep me guessing, like when I got back from work on Friday night. She was curled up on the couch in a yellow robe, idly flicking through a magazine. She glanced at me, but didn’t... Read More