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Inanna returns home and finds her slave in his chair. She makes him adore her shiny black high heels and has her feet massaged, then she notices that the house looks like a battlefield: dinner cooling on the stove, a mountain of dishes in the sink, laundry that hasn't been done. Her red hair glows like fire as she pulls her useless slave husband into her lap, the yellow rubber gloves creaking with each merciless slap. Between two hot spankings, she covers her shame with the remains of stew, which splash everywhere. The humiliation flows heavier than the sauce when she forces him to thank her for each slap. By the time his gloves are dirty and his buttocks are hotter than the neglected cook, he begs to do all the household chores, with his tongue. Will she let him rinse off, or will the broom end up in her mouth?