I’m your mother”“I’ve seen your videos you fucking slut. Now it’s my turn. We can go to my bed or we can go to your chamber. I don’t care ...ow I use you.” He grabbed me by the hair and dragged me out of the study. As he brought me through the crowed rooms people where offering him ideas and words of encouraging. Beth came over and said to him “If she doesn’t satisfy you completely let me know and I will help you punish her.”I was brought to his bedroom. There were two cameras set up and he went. I fall asleep and wake up after a while with you staring down at me. He asks if I am ok. I say ?yes, sir?. ?Good, let’s go? I ask ?where? and you say 1st to the shower and then back into the living room.We are going to play a little different. No more sex right now, but you are still being punished. Before we go to the shower, you bend me over your knee and slide a nozzle in my ass. I feel myself filling with a liquid – I realize that you are doing an enema. I say, ?Please no? and he. I lay on the bed, the adjustment was almost perfect. I clicked the dial, 4 units higher and was there. Nirvana! This bed was the most comfortable bed I'd ever been in. With the adjustment set, I was ready for sleep. I laid my head down on the pillow, closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I slowly let the air out and let my body relax. It took no time at all before I was asleep.My internal clock woke me up at 6:00. It doesn't matter what day of the week it is, my clock wakes me up at six. I. I think it's the most important piece of writing in modern history. I'm with Evelyn Beatrice Hall on it, "I disapprove of what you say, but I will defend to the death your right to say it." Everyone's opinion on this story is important to me, but please, if you've never written a word in your life then don't comment on the quality of mine, especially with something as banal as "it's shit." I want criticism, if you think there's something that can be improved upon. I don't need insults. Writing.