***
Quite cathartic, returning Douglas to his mental Waterloo. As I offer the initial spoonful, his persona transforms, seeming to sink even lower, yet his debasement oddly enjoyed.
“Thank you, Ma’am. I so much enjoy eating s**t for you. May I have more?” comes a seemingly spontaneous reaction, somewhat robotic.
Yes, as I replicate his feeding, pulling his nostril tube upwards with the fingers of my left hand, positioning his mouth to receive a nice big spoonful, the humble words he learned to offer are in turn replicated. This brings to my mind the recent office interview, where standing stripped naked before my desk I learned of his ordeal...
“You have such an appetite. I like my boys when they eat a lot of my special offering,” Douglas quotes in regurgitating words
