Wife's Revolt: A Siri Dahl Story

Gracie was chopping carrots like her life depended on it while her husband Nicholas chatted with a client, all smiles and “Yes sir, absolutely.” The second he tapped off the call his voice flipped. He barked at her to stand still and she froze like she’d practiced it a hundred times. He gave orders, she nodded, hands shaking a little but already moving to obey. Another afternoon he had her on all fours, using her back as a footrest while he shoved his phone in her face. Grainy pics of tied-up women stared back at her, plus pages from some filthy fetish mag he’d picked up. He told her he wanted that life. Gracie’s eyes went wide; she’d never seen him that hungry. He left for an errand, forgot the phone on the couch. Gracie grabbed it, heart pounding, and called Ellen. Her best friend picked up fast. Gracie said she was done—she needed out. Ellen didn’t even hesitate. “About damn time,” she laughed. When Gracie spilled the details about the photos and the kinky fantasies, Ellen’s tone changed. She got quiet, then said she had an idea. A wicked, perfect idea. That night Nicholas walked in to find Gracie and Ellen kneeling side by side in shiny black gear, heads down, waiting for him like they’d rehearsed it just for him. He stopped cold, keys still in his hand.