“Goddamn it!” Though she sounded angry, Lynn had a gloating smirk flit across her face. “You’ll never get it off if you keep pestering me! Fulfilling my every need includes amusing me with your entirely appropriate impotence, you sissy little b***h. And I’m through trying to whip that truth into you. Luckily Sheryl told me how she keeps her own slave-mate in line. She even showed me what to shop for. I want you to kneel in the bathtub, facing away from the drain, and put your f*****g forehead down on the porcelain. I’ll be in to discipline you in a minute.”
Swearing was something else Lynn had picked up from her friends. It was the acme of benignity compared to Sheryl’s contribution though.
I was given an enema once as a child, after an unfortunate Easter candy overindulgence. I remember
