***
After a full day off from his housekeeping duties, Douglas returns the following morning. He strips, kneels, kisses my feet, then humbly straightens at the waist, turning up his face to position his nostrils for the tube.
“Such a good boy,” I coo as I toss his clothing into the waiting box and snap closed the lock while Douglas dutifully enshrouds wrists and ankles with Posey cuffs.
Then I return to stand over him and cruelly work the flexible rubber forceps into his right nostril.
Now having experience, I simultaneously push the rubber tube up his left nostril, doubling the discomfort, but also saving time. And yes, bingo, I instantly snag the tip, ignore the abundant tears and draw the forceps and looping tube down the right nostril.
Leashed again, I cannot help smiling as I tie
