As soon as I heard the garage door go up, I ran to the kitchen door, ready to prepare my bride for her week in servitude. As soon as she opened the door, she knew she was in for it. I am never standing there, just inside the door, with an evil grin on my face.

She smiled. "Okay, what?"

I looked at her darkly. "Okay, what, MASTER!"

She sighed dramatically, playing along. "Okay, what are you desires, oh Great One?" She gave me a little bow.

I chuckled. "Here are the rules for this week in my castle. First, you are not allowed to wear a stitch of clothing....