Gregory stirred the pot of soup that was simmering on the stove, but the only thing that he could really think about was how his mistress had made him use this same pot just last week. He scrubbed it clean, over and over again, using everything from Dawn to bleach, so it being clean wasn’t the issue. He was just remembering very clearly how he had felt as she talked him through giving himself an enema with warm, soapy water while he was curled up on his side on the bathroom floor…. Especially the humiliation when she gave him permission […]