She thought she’d misinterpreted him, but he held out his hand to her, so she took it. “Master?”
“Daran.” His correction was wry. “The set-up is already in the bathroom. I’d thought to clean you out…”
“You put yourself in my hands, Master.”
“And you did… as I expected. And now you will clean me. All of me.”
She looked at the enema kit, sitting on the basin, and nodded. “Yes, master. I will cleanse you. And then I will clean you.”
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