Chapter Seven
Emily’s third session with her trainer began with a full enema—despite the fact that she’d given herself one earlier in the day. Instead of meeting her in Dylan Kincaid’s receiving room, nan led her toward the back of the house, into a black and white tiled lavatory designed for the very treatment she was about to endure.
With little ceremony to the task, nan instructed her to remove her clothes, and then motioned Emily to a low examination table in the center of the room.
“On your hands and knees is the easiest way to take this.”
Emily nodded, grateful that the lovely maid offered her some compassion in her kind expression.
Following the instructions, she moved to the position, thighs trembling and arms shivering with goosebumps, as nan’s warm hands began to undo the
