I'm going to ease your butt-plug out from you and I want you to try to close your sphincter as I take it out.' For the whole of that week Lauren took charge of the and sat on the toilet seat while I turned my rear toward her and leaned forward. The cleansing ritual was to be repeated each day, and the procedure was given in detail. Baxter's instruction notes with me, which had been told to me verbally but which I had not properly taken in the day before. And her butt-plug kept all her nasty waste inside.' 'Ah good, I can see and feel that mom had kept her panties on all night. But the crotch was saturated with vaginal secretions. I was relieved to see the plug had prevented and escape from my bowels – the rear was pristine. She commanded me to show her that I was still wearing my panties in bed, and then remove them so she could inspect them. In the morning Lauren came to my room and got me up.
I slept long and sound that night, exhausted from the physical and emotional effort of the day.
