“For the duration of the evening, you will call me ‘Sir.’ Is that understood?” “Yes, sir,” she says with breathy enthusiasm. “I’m ready.” “Wait for me outside the entrance to my playroom.” I point at the door that leads to the basement. She pulls back her shoulders. “Let’s go.” “On your knees.” I raise a finger. Phoenix rears back. “What?” “Crawl to the playroom on your hands and knees.” I enunciate each syllable.
