The attention was a respite from the boredom of being alone, which was only slightly enervated by the constant humiliation that someone might be there. The women were all kind in spite of the punishment they inflicted. They tugged on the pile of string dangling under his balls or wielded the paddle almost apologetically, as though they were under Destiny’s command same as him, simply fortunate to be under orders to give punishment and teasing instead of to receive. Paul told the ones who said they felt bad to please not, addressing them properly, and the ones who didn’t say directly that they felt bad, he let them know by the tone of his voice that they shouldn’t, as he answered their questions about why they’d been sent in to punish him with deference. “I pretended to be Mistress Destiny’
