Chapter Eleven
I Read Every Word
I had always wanted my wife to play domination games with me. I had asked her for years, but she had expressed zero interest. Then, one day, in a complete s****l fog, I sat down and wrote out, in detail, dozens of scenarios of exactly how I wanted to be treated, a manual, of sorts, of how I wanted a mistress to be, stapled the sheets together and left the package where she was sure to find it and read it. That had produced no result as well. Months later I had finally given up and forgotten about convincing her. I resigned myself to fantasies of the mind and contented myself with pretending when I was alone and m**********g to the loop running in my head.
Yet here she was sitting at the kitchen table with my manual in front of her and a strange smile on
