No more arriving home and after closing the door behind him I gave him a slap on the back of the head that made him taste the hard floor tiles.

"When you enter the house, the first thing is to get on all fours," I said slowly and softly, without shouting or violence.

"Yes, Master."

"I'm not your master, you're here of your own free will, you can take the door and leave whenever you want."

"And then what am I to you, sir?"

"A submissive and obedient bitch."

"Thank you, sir, I like being that."

"I don't care if you like it, you didn't come to my house to enjoy and find happiness, you're here to please me, not to satisfy your desires as a bitch."

And while I was saying that, I noticed how my cock was swelling and pressing against my zipper. I told him to undress while I did the same. I made a gesture with my hand while with the other I was jerking off and gave it to him to suck. He started very quickly and eagerly, which earned him a good slap. I grabbed his head with both hands and started fucking his mouth slowly and gently, from the tip to the balls and back, slowly, rhythmically, feeling every millimeter of his tongue until I felt the gag in his throat and back again, and after four or five thrusts, I released his head and stayed still, he understood what the rhythm and depth were. At least he was diligent and learned quickly what I wanted. I got tired before he did, and he swallowed it, he had earned his reward, I moved away from his reach, lifted his chin, and spat in his mouth.

"Very good, bitch."

"Thank you, Master."

And another slap that knocked him down again, even though he was on his knees.

"Sorry, thank you, sir."

I put the leash and collar on him that I had left in the entrance hall before going out to look for him, I took him to the bathroom and put him in the bathtub. He got nervous when he saw the shower enema, he knew that he had tried to use it from our conversations, and although I had advised him to get used to using it daily, he also knew that he hadn't done it, and he knew that it would embarrass him, and it amused me... and I wasn't wrong.

I put on the black latex gloves slowly and meticulously while he looked at me on all fours from inside the cold bathtub, I was noticing his concern and nervousness. With a bit of saliva, I introduced ten of the fifteen cm of steel, with a bit of resistance, but turning and pressing at the same time, I reached the desired point. With the first jet of cold water (because I hadn't let it run deliberately) and under pressure inside him, he had a general spasm. In a matter of seconds, and despite the reflex to not let anything out, the water started to flow, and with the water, small balls of intestinal residue, which he noticed as they came out, because with each one, his head lowered a bit more and he turned more and more red, to the point that the redness reached his n...