Bliss II

He rested his chin on his hand, looking at me with a gaze I couldn't decipher: "Have you... ever tried enemas yourself before?"
I shook my head.
"Answer me!" His masterly aura was palpable, sending shivers down my spine.
"No, Master. I've only used glycerin suppositories when I was constipated."
"But you like it?" he asked. "You told me in your seven-day log that you liked it. Why?"
I thought for a moment, unsure how to answer: "I... I just... I don't know why..."
"Alright. Let's change the subject. What part of it do you like? Or do you like it all of it?"
"Do I have to say?" I asked him softly.
"Of course." I loved the way he spoke now, haughty and elegant, making me willingly prostrate myself at his feet.
"I like..." These words were so difficult to utter. I felt incredibly embarrassed, and he clearly enjoyed my embarrassment, as did I. "I like it, my belly full of water, like a pregnant woman struggling to walk, then an anal plug inserted, and that, cough..."
"Keep going!" he commanded.
"I'm forced to crawl, it's really tough, then I give you oral sex..." I went all out, closing my eyes and blurting it all out, "No matter how much I begged you, you ignored me! In the end, I defecated in front of you in such a humiliating way!"
The last sentence was practically a shout, my whole body starting to heat up, tense and taut.
He paused for a moment, then burst into laughter. Not the mocking kind, but the smug kind. "Just as I expected. Lele, you're exactly as I imagined."
"Ah? Is, really?"
"Yes." He gradually stopped laughing, looking down at me, his deep eyes quietly gazing at me, "Come here." He stretched out his hand, commanding me.
So, I crawled to his feet, reached out and took his hand, his face softening in an instant, it wasn't my imagination, my heart softened and calmed with that slight movement.
He smiled at me: "Darling, remember the position I just taught you, the 'horse slave' position? Crawl in that position."
A devil! I was completely jolted awake from his gentle illusion. Reluctantly, yet secretly expectantly, I laboriously crawled into the same position.
"Ass facing me," he said, turning around as he instructed. "Move up a bit, how can I see your little chrysanthemum when you're so low?" he chuckled suggestively. I almost vomited. Little chrysanthemum, huh?
I struggled upwards, until my limbs were numb, before finally satisfying his demands.
He patted my buttocks with satisfaction: "Wait a minute."
Wait a minute? I'm about to die!
He brought in a plastic bag from the living room, opened it, and inside was a large syringe for injecting glucose, a tubing, an anal plug, and lubricant.
Then he added a little salt to the boiled water, though I think he was very careful, because the amount of salt was very close to the ratio of physiological saline.
Then, he slowly walked over, moved to a low stool, and sat down beside me. He grabbed my waist and squeezed my buttocks between his legs.
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His fingers gently rubbed around my anus, little by little, like ants crawling there, incredibly tingling. I couldn't help but tremble, wanting to use my own hands to vigorously soothe myself. However, he grabbed my outstretched hand.
"Does it feel good?" he asked me.
"Ugh..." I struggled to break free, "Don't touch me like that...it hurts..." It really hurt, my legs felt like they were about to jump up, it was tingling and itchy, and I couldn't find the right spot.
"Is that so?" He leisurely circled, as if listening to beautiful music, "Really?"
"Really..." I bowed low, "Please, Master, don't do this." Then I rubbed my hips against his thigh a couple of times, and his grip suddenly tightened, digging into my flesh. I cried out, "Be gentle!"
"Who told you to seduce me?" He chuckled, withdrawing his fingers for a moment, I felt a little regretful, and a little savoring. However, soon, that nimble finger came back, now coated with plenty of lubricant. It seemed to have its own life and personality, rubbing around my anus before quickly and swiftly thrusting inside.
"Relax, darling." His fingers maliciously played with my anus in various positions.
My whole body stiffened. No one would relax when being manipulated inside their body, right?
"Relax, relax!" He started slapping my buttocks with his other hand, but it clearly had little effect. He thought for a moment, then leaned down and threatened me seductively in my ear: "If you don't relax, I'll just fuck you like this. Then you'll be relaxed even if you don't relax." His extremely vulgar words were like an aphrodisiac, stimulating me until my face turned bright red, and my penis immediately became erect.
"Fine." He was barely satisfied with my level of relaxation. "I won't forgive you next time." The moment he inserted his fingers, I clearly felt the cool air seeping into my intestines.
I breathed a sigh of relief.
"You think that's all?" he asked mockingly.
I turned to look at him and saw the large syringe in his hand, only then remembering that I was supposed to have an enema today.
"What's wrong?" He drew a whole syringe of water, attached a rubber tube to it, then a nozzle to the tube, tested it, and it didn't leak.
"Such a big syringe..." I looked at the syringe, "Is it for pigs?"
He raised his hand and gave me a sharp rap on the head: "You're the pig! This is for injecting glucose!"
"Oh."
"Nervous? You get quiet when you're nervous." He laughed.
"Um... a little." I was really nervous, especially when he inserted that nozzle into my anus, all the way into my rectum, my whole body tensed up.
"I've always preferred to do it myself. With those hanging containers, using atmospheric pressure, I don't feel anything. It's like it's not under my control, don't you think?" He asked me, his hand already pushing the syringe, a slightly warm feeling of water rushing in, but it was also very strong, squeezing, pushing into my stomach, and then because of the difference in temperature between the water and my body, I could actually feel the location of my large and small intestines after it was moisturized, which was very strange. "As I push it in like this, you need to feel it little by little," he said. "The feeling of every drop of water, the feeling of it flowing through your body, and the feeling of who gave you this feeling."
I had no time to respond to him; it was impossible for me not to feel it.
"Everything you have belongs to me." The water in his hand continued to flow slowly, but it never stopped. "Including these experiences I've given you, they are all my blessings. This thought excites me. What about you?"
The water seemed to be increasing, and my stomach was swollen again. I tensed up and answered softly, "Mmm..."
"Speak!" He slapped my bottom.
"Don't hit me! Don't hit me!" I cried out, "It'll break."
He laughed, "How could that be?" Then he touched my already curved stomach. "Lele, so you have a belly? This isn't good."
"I don't! It's water... water..." I didn't dare to move, afraid that if I moved, a hole would appear in my stomach. "It's clearly water." Cold sweat was already breaking out all over my body.
He continued laughing, speaking in my ear, "Do you know how much water I'm going to pour in?"
"I...I don't know, Master."
"One and a half liters," he answered cheerfully.
One and a half liters???
I almost fainted. This could kill me!!!
"Don't you know what one and a half liters is? One and a half liters is 1500 milliliters, which is about the amount of a four-yuan can of Coke you usually buy."
I nearly vomited blood!
That's a lot, okay?!
"Are you sure I won't die from overeating?" I asked him.
"Of course!" He touched my belly, which was already quite round, "I'm waiting for you to give me a baby." I
nearly
vomited blood. Giving birth
, huh? "What, not satisfied?" he asked me, "Didn't you want to be pregnant yourself?"
My face flushed red. You bastard! Don't you know there's a big difference between imagination and reality?
My belly swelled up, really the size of a three-month pregnant woman's belly. I felt him about to pull the tube out. He said, "Ready? It's not over yet, don't spill anything." My stomach was rumbling, and hearing him say that, I suddenly felt wronged and burst into tears. I lay on the ground, my butt sticking up, sobbing softly, tears streaming down my face like a faucet.
He was startled. "What's wrong? Lele, are you feeling unwell? Does your stomach hurt? Did I go too far?"
I shook my head and continued to cry.
He looked at me for a while, then started teasing my penis, finally realizing I was just being silly, getting emotional during the "training." He sighed and slapped my butt. I screamed and crawled forward two steps. The tube came off easily, a little water leaked out, the rest was held back by my strong sphincter muscles.
He laughed, as if he'd seen something amusing. "Lele, I'll put an anal plug on you, that way you won't have to suffer so much." His tone was gentle... yet dangerous.
"Can I say no?" I asked him, tears welling in my eyes.
"Of course not!" he said lightly, already holding a medium-sized anal plug—thankfully it was medium, or I would have died! He pressed it against my anus, slowly rotating and pushing it in.
Anal plugs are all the same kind—thin at the front and back, thick in the middle. I started to feel intense pain as soon as he inserted it a little. My body jerked forward, and he immediately stopped in that position.
"Does it hurt a lot?" He pulled it out a little, and I breathed a sigh of relief.
"It hurts a bit..."
"Mmm." So he stopped talking, just gently massaging that area, lightly thrusting the anal plug back and forth at the insertion point. A little fluid leaked out, undoubtedly another form of lubrication...
His breathing became heavy and rapid, and the movements of the anal plug began to accelerate. Only when my inner walls relaxed and adapted did he slowly push it deeper. Every time it hurt, he would stop, repeating this process. However, in his attempts to suppress his movements, I knew he was probably losing control.
With one final, forceful thrust, he secured the anal plug firmly inside me. After confirming it wouldn't fall out, he relaxed, turned, and sat back down on the high chair.
"Lele, how does it feel?"
I lay stiffly on the floor, my body filled with fluid from the enormous anal plug, feeling like it was about to burst.
"I feel like a teapot…" I said irritably, "Enemas aren't fun! Not fun at all!"
"Not fun? Then what's that thing sticking up?" he asked with a smile. "Crawl over here. You asked for it yourself."
I turned and staggered over. Because of my large belly, my lower limbs were difficult to move, and I dared not move my upper body at all. He watched me crawl over with amusement, tears and snot streaming down my face. He gently wiped them away.
He bent down to stroke my erect penis, "You seem to have become more sensitive because of crawling." Then he stroked my sweaty, goosebump-covered body. Every place his fingers touched sent a shiver through me. I've become incredibly sensitive, like someone who's physically unwell, able to perceive subtle, deeper differences.
When someone's eyes are disabled, their sense of touch becomes more acute; when someone's legs are disabled, their thinking becomes more profound. With so much water injected into my body, it's impossible for me not to notice the superficial differences. So, when he touched me, the feeling was a thousand times more unbearable than usual.
He noticed my discomfort and chuckled, "What's wrong? Can't hold back?" My penis was swelling uncontrollably from this unbearable sensation; if it weren't for the penile ring, I would have ejaculated. Even now, the balls under my penis are starting to contract restlessly, and my legs and stomach are trembling slightly, preparing for the orgasm that might come at any moment.
"Um…please, Master…please allow me…" I think it's only in moments like these that I humbly beg him.
"No." He refused decisively, but seeing my pitiful, pleading eyes, he patted my head. "It's not time yet. Trust me, you'll get much more pleasure than you do now."
But I'm already...
"Come on." He grabbed my hair and pulled it to his crotch. "Give me oral sex." His voice was soft and slow, and his grip on my hair wasn't strong. His words were as natural and self-righteous as, "Come on, love me." I stared
blankly
at that spot. A noticeable bulge had appeared there. I looked up at him: "Are you even human?"
"Huh?" He was taken aback.
"Seeing me being tortured like this and you still feel something, you're worse than an animal."
He couldn't help but laugh. "Whether I'm human or not doesn't matter, as long as I know how to be a human being. Hurry up!" I glanced at him. "I've never done this before... how can I help you..."
"Just do what you want." He teased me. But he clearly hit the nail on the head…
Back when I masturbated, I fantasized about giving someone oral sex, and more than once. *cough cough*.
“Come on, give me oral sex,” he said softly, pulling my hair.
I couldn’t resist him…
his voice was so gentle and seductive, irresistible.
He said it with a smile, but it was incredibly gentle and slow, something touching my heart. Maybe that’s why I fell in love with him?
In that moment of uncontrollable passion, I lowered my head and kissed his crotch. Even through the fabric, I could feel his heat, his hand gently stroking my head.
I unzipped his pants and rubbed my forehead against him; he immediately made a sound of displeasure. I chuckled softly, pulled down his underwear, and his erect penis sprang out. I carefully licked it.
I remember in high school, seeing classmates kissing, I came back and bragged to the guys in our dorm. I asked him then: “Don’t you feel disgusted by saliva and stuff when you kiss a woman?”
He said that when the mood is right, you don’t.
I didn't feel embarrassed or disgusted. I just felt that if it made him happy, then I would be happy too. There was nothing shameful about humbling myself in front of my lover—not my master, and at that moment I didn't even consider that he was my master.
He nudged my face with his knee: "Is Nongfu Spring water a little sweet?" He mocked my dazed expression. But I thought, if he knew how poorly he was behaving as a master, he probably wouldn't be so relaxed.
I tried to coat his large member with my saliva, slowly moving it back and forth on my tongue, biting my teeth with my lips to avoid hurting his penis, my tongue trembling as I tried to cover every part, so that his penis could feel all my warmth and moisture.
I moved with great effort and care. His hand that had been stroking my head now gripped my hair tightly, pulling it slightly. In the light of the setting sun, I saw his face, sitting on the stool, bathed in an ambiguous reddish-gold hue—a beautiful color, the color I loved.
He was enjoying it.
I was relaxed. Seeing his happiness made me happy, and I did it willingly, doing things that made him happy. I heard his passionate breathing, moving involuntarily with my movements.
Then, his lower abdomen trembled, and all his semen shot into my mouth. I swallowed it before he could stop me.
He looked at me, and I looked at him.
He bent down and wiped the residue from the corner of my mouth. I was overwhelmed with emotion at that moment.
Then I heard him say, "Don't you want to go to the toilet?"
Huh? Huh?
I suddenly opened my eyes wide and felt the churning pain in my stomach, the pain of my intestines twisting. I was so engrossed that I had completely forgotten everything.
"I need to go to the toilet," I said.
He looked at me with amusement: "Have you forgotten who I am?"
I was in so much pain! The anal plug was preventing the mess in my stomach from having an outlet, and I had almost no strength left: "Please let me go to the toilet."
He nodded.
"Crawl over there," he said behind me.
"Damn it!
All the things I was thinking about have been wasted!"
I scrambled to the toilet, and he was still standing behind me.
I turned to look at him: "It stinks."
He nodded: "I know."
"It's filthy."
"I know." He nodded again. "
Then why aren't you moving away?" I gritted my teeth, squatted on the toilet, and shame overshadowed the pain.
"Do you want to go?" he asked me. "If I don't want to go, then don't go again."
I lowered my head, avoiding his gaze, closed my eyes, and pulled out the anal plug. After a short while, my stomach rumbled, and all the filth inside me gushed out.
Whether it was feces or some filth that had accumulated for a long time, it finally left my body after I had endured it for so long. A strong sense of pleasure swept through my body, and the pain had exhausted me. I was almost completely drained, squatting on the ground for a long time, unable to get up.
I felt him grab my arms from behind, drag me under the shower, wash my lower body, and then clean up the excrement. I collapsed there, letting out a sigh of relief.
I didn't really like enemas to begin with.
It didn't quite match my original expectations. Perhaps it was because my mindset wasn't right; instead of a slave mentality, I was filled with...
"Whoa—!" I screamed.
Tortured to the point of near death, something heavy pressed down on me on the bathroom floor.
Then, his penis, like a spearhead, lifted me up.
Then, he began thrusting mercilessly into my body.
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"Ugh..." This time, he was incredibly intense.
So intense that I couldn't handle it; my body burned with pain, a stark contrast to the gentle water temperature earlier. I struggled forward a few times, but he grabbed my waist and dragged me back. It hurt so much to pinch there.
"Don't move," he panted, "I've been holding back for so long." His lower body didn't stop moving.
"No...don't..." I panted, desperately pulling at his arm, "Don't do this, it hurts..."
He seemed completely oblivious, instead thrusting even harder into my anus, making me feel as if my internal organs were being squeezed together.
"Don't you like it, Lele?" he asked, biting my earlobe. "Isn't being treated so roughly what you want?"
"Ugh..." I was in so much pain I almost cried, but... he was right. Because of this rough treatment, I felt both afraid and longing, like a moth drawn to a flame, knowing I would be hurt, yet still drawn without hesitation.
"Tell the truth, Lele," he said curtly. I really didn't understand, I had just given him oral sex five minutes ago...
"Ugh..." I managed to squeeze out a few words from my chest, which he was pressing against so hard it felt like it was about to break, "I like it..."
"But you also feel pathetic?" He ravaged my nipples, without any restraint.
Pathetic?
Of course I felt pathetic. From the very beginning, my abnormal existence made me pathetic.
"Have you ever thought that your patheticness is also a form of self-torture and self-satisfaction?" There seemed to be a smile on his lips, because he was biting the flesh of my shoulder, and it seemed like he had drawn a little blood. "
Nonsense…
" I shouted, "Nonsense!" "I didn't think that at all! Why would I think that? Wouldn't that make me even more pathetic?" My chest tightened, and I felt suffocated. That would make me so pathetic. If that were really the case, I would hate myself, let alone others.
"Are you afraid others will know about this?"
Aren't you afraid? Don't you know what the consequences would be if others knew?
"You still haven't changed your fundamental mindset?"
What is my fundamental mindset? I asked myself. From the very beginning, I have been rejecting, despising, and loathing this abnormal existence. From the very beginning.
"Why do you do this?" He suddenly lifted me up, flipped me over in the air, and I cried out sharply, grabbed him, and half-knelt against him. Then, he pressed me down to the side, lifted one leg, and continued to thrust rapidly. Why?
I looked at a point in the air. I thought of my father, whom I had rejected. His mistakes weren't actually that serious, nor were my sister's, yet I hated them. If, if I really were that kind of person, if they knew I was a pervert, what reason would I have to reject them? What reason would I have to condemn them? How would others see me? What kind of freak would I become? To what extent would I be ostracized by society?
"You're not a pervert." He suddenly hugged me gently and kissed my lips. His sweat made his lips wet and sticky as he kissed me, making me wet too...
"Mmm..." I sighed softly, "But even though I didn't want to, I still ended up falling into this game with you."
His movements gradually became faster and quicker. I knew he was finally about to ejaculate, but he wasn't wearing a condom today.
"Don't do it inside..." I opened my mouth, and he ejaculated immediately. My entire intestines felt strangely nauseous, yet strangely pleasurable, as if I had truly been completely possessed by him.
"I came inside," he said with a low laugh. He brushed aside the wet hair blocking my view. I glanced at him and couldn't help but smile.
"If I get AIDS, you'll die with me."
He kissed my lips and nodded in agreement. "Of course."
"Really?"
"Don't worry, I've already checked at the hospital, I'm safe." He patted his chest, his words sounding like a condom commercial.
"Then aren't you afraid of me?"
"You?" He stroked my bound, erect penis, pulled down the penis ring, and caressed it like a lover, letting it release. "You won't have a chance."
"Huh?" My vision blurred, still lingering at the peak of pleasure.
"I won't allow my slave to mix with other filthy things."
"What if I do mix with them?" I asked him. "What will you do to me? Abandon me?"
He chuckled softly, "I'll bathe you in sulfuric acid, then chop off that guy's hands and feet, drag him to a mass grave, and bury him."
"Nonsense! What use am I after being bathed in sulfuric acid?"
He hugged me tightly. "I said I'm useful, so I'm useful."
I sighed.
In the end, I'm still his slave. How pointless.
I knew unrequited love was painful, but I never imagined it would be this heartbreaking… I should have never had unrequited love for him.
"There's one more thing." He shook me.
"What is it, my dear master?" I looked at him listlessly.
He glanced at me, turned his head away, then turned back, looking at me deeply: "I like you."
Huh?!
I was dumbfounded, my jaw dropping to the bathroom floor.
I patted my face. "Did I hear that right?"
"No."
"But…but you said there's no love in SM!" That's what you said back then, wasn't it?
"SM doesn't have love. Idiot." He looked at me like I was a fool. "But I do."
"You're not gay!"
"Who told you I'm not?"
"...No..."
"That's settled then." He patted my butt. "Get up, the bathroom's a mess, clean it up right now."
Okay.
"Go eat after you're done."
Okay.
"Wash the dishes after you eat. No DIY while washing the dishes this time." He pinched me.
"..."
"What's with that expression? Master said he loves you and you're not happy?"
#￥。
#￥%……
Can't you just let me be happy for once?
[The End]

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