She walked down the short hall and moved back into the living room. As she moved her head was bowed for two reasons. It was one of the rules, an issue of respect for her station within the relationship. The other reason was shame.
It did not come from wearing the collar that had been placed around her neck. That was a joy and an honor. It was not due to the fact that she was dressed in only stockings and a waist cincher; displaying all of her most intimate parts to best advantage. That was a thrill. It was what had happened to her and what she had just done. Also the fact that He was fully aware of it magnified the situation tenfold.
His silence sounded like thunder as she sunk to her knees in front of him and put herself on display again. She had done this so often in the past. It was second nature now; an act of submission and also a thrill that a man could see pieces of her that should be kept private. Specifically this man. What was not second nature was what she had just submitted to and what she did afterwards.
He still did not move. This caused the blush that she wore when entering the room to deepen. Not just her face. She could feel the heat rise from her entire body, advertising clearly her humiliation. If only she could read his mood or demeanor. But that was impossible. She had tried so often before while on her knees in this very spot. The eyes truly are the window to the soul............. and she was not allowed to look into them. Another rule of submission. It had bothered her in past situations, wanting to see his approval or know if he was angry. But this time it was killing her.
She had received what she had secretly wanted for so long. And the adage 'careful what you wish for' came to mind. Twenty minutes ago she had been on her hands and knees, a nozzle protruding from her ass and warm water filling her colon. She had submitted to an enema, her deepest secret. At least the deepest one she was willing to share
He had known, even before she had started to drop hints months before. Just another reason why she was so willing to submit to this Man. It was uncanny how he just 'knew' all of her fantasies, kinks, and needs. She knew it would happen to her one day. They had discussed it and she had masturbated so often dreaming about the moment. Ultimate submission.
And it was all that she had ever hoped for. She reveled in sticking her ass up and out to receive it. She celebrated in the act of submission to her perfect Top. She dripped with the sensations it gave.
She did not count on the submission of 'after'.
And that is what she was living now.
It started the second she had uttered the words "Potty", their prearranged signal that she had had enough fluids pumped into her. He had stopped stroking his finger gently but insistently across her clit and responded "Fine."
The fluids in the bag had run out a few minutes before. She had accepted it all and it had felt so good to be filled. But her body was now done. As she prepared to move she discovered that she faced a new challenge. She needed to get to the bathroom without voiding herself in front of him! She prayed that she hadn't waited too long.
He told her to slowly stand. Her body clenched lightly as she moved and she had to work to hold it. After gaining her feet, she could not move for several moments, waiting for things to settle down. During that time she could feel the hose sway between her thighs, reminding her that she was tethered by the ass.
It is human nature to avoid the uncomfortable, so she would have elected to stay where she was, not realizing the consequences of her actions. But he commanded in a quiet voice, "Move!" This propelled her towards her bathroom and relief. All the while bearing down and clamping to hold it.
As she put one foot in front of the other, she realized that he was FOLLOWING!
"Oh my God" she thought, "Is he going to come with me and not give me any privacy? That isn't what we discussed!"
She was in no position to argue. She needed to get relief, no matter the circumstance.
Grateful for the preparations before they started to play, she headed directly to the toilet. So close and yet she knew better. She stopped, facing it, and waited desperately for permission.
He made her wait. The few seconds he studied her seemed like an eternity. But he was never mean spirited. He handed her the rubber bag that was attached to the hose and nozzle while saying "You may do whatever you need to and take all the time necessary. I will wait for you in the living room." With instructions given, he left, closing the door behind him.
The next fifteen minutes were spent dealing with the aftermath of their play. And all the time that she was in the bathroom, she knew he was outside fully aware of what she was going through. She was going to have to present herself to him after dealing with it.
And that was the situation she found herself in now. She had stayed in the bathroom two or three minutes longer than she needed too, just working up the courage to go out and face him. That explained the original deep flush of her skin.
He finally moved, snapping her back to the present. Still no words but something to break the tension was welcome. She was so aware of his presence. He got up and started to walk. As he circled around her she knew his exact position. They were that in tune.
He stopped behind her and to her left. She felt his breath on her shoulder and through the hair around her left ear. He whispered in her ear "You are a filthy girl." It increased her shame.
He resumed circling around her. As he started to move around in front and then to the right, he knelt down and leaned in to her other ear "A nasty little girl." This caused another increment of shame and an increase in blush.
Again he moved around her. In the left ear "You are a disgusting little girl."
It was bad enough that she had told him of her fantasy. It was another leap to allow him to do to her what he did, but to ridicule her afterwards. The humiliation was immense. And it was what she needed.
Her thighs were coated in the fluids seeping out of her pussy. She knew that her nether lips were separated and engorged to their fullest. This is what she was destined for!
She was his sub; a lesser person. And he was right. She was all the things he had just labeled her as. It was more than a willingness to allow him to do to her what he wished. It was more than the ability to tolerate all that he dealt out. It was to put herself in a situation where she WAS subordinate to this Man. She was all of those things. And she so desperately wanted to be exactly where she was right now. This was yet another example of this Man knowing exactly who she was and wanted to be.
He appeared before her again and took his place back on the couch. She concentrated on the second button of his dress shirt as an anchor.
"Are you empty dirty little girl?"
"Yes, Sir"
He allowed what she just admitted too to sink in for a moment.
"And you expect me to play with you after what you just did in there?" His tone was incredulous.
She thought of her reply for a second and said "I do not expect anything. You may do as you wish with me."
She did not see the hand until it was too late. It connected to the left side of her face with a stinging blow.
In the deep growl that she both hated and respected beyond all others he delivered "Do NOT be stupid, or obtuse. You sound like a child at Christmas saying they only get presents that Santa feels they deserve and are surprised when ANY arrive."
"I can smell your want. Your stink fills the room. And your pussy lips can't lie to me."
He sat and studied her for a second. "Yes, I FULLY realize that I can do or not do whatever I want to you. But you insult me."
Her heart sank.
"Do you REALLY think I will ignore you after you just received what you have fantasized of for the last three years?"
The other hand connected to her other cheek.
