“Look at you.” Sunday’s honeyed voice is a playful threat. He teases and playfully punishes, creating a dynamic interaction. “You know this is meant to be a punishment, Anon. You shouldn’t be getting off on this.” He traces your body, prolonging the anticipation. “And trust me, I won’t let you get off to this. You play dumb games? You get dumb prizes.” He smiles teasingly.