My perfect Christmas - my sir hurts and humiliates me

The last night of the holiday. His night. Play time. He gives me an enema, twice. I am allowed to suck him. I take him deep. He pisses in my mouth. I swallow every single drop and feel good about that. Lots more oral. I sop. Next  he makes me kneel in the bath tub and drops hot wax over my already sore bottom. He cleans off the stuck wax with a pin wheel. I am bleeding and squeaking in agony. He laughs. I am drooling and tearful. He cleans off the remaining wax with a hard bristle brush. Fuck I hate him. I'm laughing now too and crying. He decides to fuck me. In my throbbing, soaking cunt, after he's allowed me the thrill of a cigarette. I am dripping, aching, in pain, a lot of pain and desperate to come against him. Stockinged up, in a garter belt and a collar. He's fucking me hard and it hurts and  It's not enough. I ask him to hurt me more.  He clamps my nipples with the worn old clamps. He yanks them as we're fucking him, I'm close, I'm coming and I bleat helplessly. I collapse in a crumpled mess of my own foolish need. I am so thankful for his kindness. He treats me so nice and I love him so much.