Chapter One The last flush of the toilet signaled to Barbara--my de facto mommy, that I was finished in the bathroom, having finally spent the warm, soapy enema she'd administered twenty minutes earlier. This was all the more obvious, since the door was wide open as it was required to be on those rare occasions when I was allowed into the bathroom. Stepping out sheepishly, I looked up into the lovely blue eyes of Barbara. "All done, Sweety?" she asked pleasantly. "Yes Mommy," I replied. Daily enemas were Barbara's way of avoiding messy diapers with me and the truth was,… Read more