Enema

Daniel marched the family into the unremarkable, remote, signless building. The door opened to a small empty waiting room. At the end was a clouded plexiglass divider separating a person from the room. Daniel walked over to the window enthusiastically, Sarah his wife followed quietly. Trailing behind cautiously were his sporty teenage sons Freddie and Chris, finally at the rear was Nicole. In case visual clues were not clear enough to express her dissatisfaction, the slamming of the door cleared that up. “Please don’t do that.” Sarah timidly advised. “Please fucking tell me where we are.” Nicole shot back. “Hey Bret...

The next morning, she awoke to bird's song and the sun streaming in through the window. As she stretched under the heavy comforter, she was reminded that she had slept nude. Normally this wasn't a big deal, but she would insist on panties at least. Now she smiled to herself at the thought of her sleeping totally nude, taking comfort in knowing He liked it that way. She was going to enjoy pleasing Him. She got out of bed, and stretched some more, then padded across the sun-warmed carpet to her bathroom. She began preparing herself for Him with a shower...