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“Now.” Eventually he stretched, wincing. “Princess, I think we are going to clean me out.”

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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