Thursday 2.

I loath bath time. I hate it. I am already sore from the self-stretching but he wants me clean. I kneel in the bath tub and he makes me insert the enema plug into my arse. He turns on the tap. I begin to fill with water. He counts me down. Smokes a cigarette and watches as I start to bloat. He leaves briefly. Lets me expel on my own, then he comes back into the bathroom. 

"Again".

I don't want to do it again. He insists. The sore plug is pushed back in. He turns the tap back on. I stare at the clean white tiles on the bathroom wall. I fill up. He makes me hold it there. He tells me to expel in front of him in the bath rub. I start to cry. Release and sob. Tepid filthy water. Clean water. Still sobbing. He tells me I can take a shower which I do. Water drips off my hunched sad shoulders. I dry up and go downstairs. He passes me a cigarette and lights it. 

I mutter. 

"I hate you" 

He smiles at me. 

"It doesn't matter you're still obedient" 

I look at his cock, half hard, full of blood and power. 

He smirks at me "Do you sometimes think about stubbing cigarettes out on my cock?"

I inhale and respond.

"About every ten minutes".