“I thought I knew what I was doing. I was a practiced – and well-trained – a Master. My wife and I had been together for many years – my personal and treasured property. But this part is rather more difficult for me to confess: I very much thought that I was giving her something that she wanted, perhaps even needed, that I was being considerate in arranging for her to have an affair with another man. Of course, when I say ‘affair’ that’s a little imprecise in our context. As far as I was concerned, I was ‘lending her out.’ Clearly I didn’t sufficiently consider the possibility that people don’t always return what they ‘borrow.’” ‘Jill was an open book’ he’d said of his wife. She does as she’s told without hesitation, endures the pain he dishes out, and calls him “Daddy” when she’s scared. She’s his, right? But then there’s Benny. To him ‘Benny was just an amusement park ride, a crude piece of entertainment machinery: easily started, stopped, calibrated, controlled.’ Only problem, Benny meant something different to Jill.