Although it wasn’t my first vixen rodeo, my heart still pounded with anticipation and nerves. As always when we played, the kids were at their grandparents’ for the night, leaving my husband Michael and I with the excitement of adult time.

I was 33, a devoted mother of two, a loyal wife and a professional lady, but for our latest exciting stag/vixen adventure, I had transformed myself into something else entirely, a handmaid from the dystopian world of The Handmaid’s Tale.