Another endless day somehow passes at work. By now blue balls have set in. It is as if my genitalia have become an engorged ball and chain. I wonder that my colleagues and strangers passing in the street cannot see it. Maybe they can - it is written in my darting eyes.

When I arrive home I know enough now to strip just inside the door. Dinner is served. You order me to shave again - no stubble will do this week. You also order me to complete an anal douche. When I am stripped and clean inside and out, I emerge. Soon, I am kneeling before you again, back in the basement dungeon by candle light, eyes down.

"Tonight we are going to work on that pert ass of yours, my dear. Over here. Now!"

You bend me, roughly, over the horse. You snap my ankles into cuffs that spread my legs in a "v" matching the apparatus, and cuff my wrists to the legs at other end.

"Let’s warm you up slowly," you say, a cold, gloved hand spreading lube onto my anus. You slide a sm...

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