I had her back in the waist belt and her hands attached in front of her when I walked her into the bathroom. I'd had everything ready. She saw what waited and stopped.
"Don't worry. This is only a mild cleansing, no cramping or pain. Bend over."
Tears filled her eyes.
"Come on, girl, it looks worse than it is."
"Please, Luke." She looked down at the floor and I saw a tear roll from the end of her nose.
"'Please, Luke' is not your safeword. Lift your leg onto the toilet seat or I'll use a different solution."