Chapter Nineteen
I find myself slightly late for dinner. My hands shake as I approach the parlor and I’m not sure why. Perhaps from the fear of my own actions. Perhaps from the overwhelming enjoyment of them. Whatever the cause, Ming will heal and I console myself with the reassurance that there are many miles and many rules of silence and discretion separating my untoward activities on Constancia and my New York career and reputation.
Lady Constance enters the room with me and with porter number two standing in wait we quickly engage in cocktails and conversation. She seems to be aware of my day’s exploits but is uncharacteristically coy.
“I think you’re beginning to like it here, Doctor,” was her only comment.
We talk more about the psychological aspects of dominance and submission.
