Everyone sees my husband as a high-powered CEO with a heavy hand. It’s a carefully cultivated image that he’s worked hard to perfect throughout his career. Of course, every professional needs a way to unwind. That’s when Hank comes to see Mistress Trix — that’s me, by the way.

Over the years, Hank and I have taken on very traditional roles in the public eye. As far as everyone else is concerned, he brings home the bacon, and I fry it in the pan. The fact that I do so while wearing a black latex catsuit my husband purchased during a business trip to Amsterdam is little more than an extraneous detail.

Most evenings, Hank will come home tired and worn out after a long day of phone calls followed by meetings, and then even more phone calls. He knows that all he has to do is sit in our... Read More