My client has officially booked his time—three nights at the end of the month. Per my command, he’s reserved a hotel suite for the boys, giving them a spa weekend while he has me all to himself. My husband will be away on business, so the timing works out perfectly.

There’s a lot to accomplish in those three days. By the end of our time together, he should be realigned, refocused, and ready to handle the pressures of his work again. I’ve made it clear, yet again, that I will not uproot my life to become his private Domme across the country. Even this temporary arrangement is going to stir up enough chaos in my household.