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“But first, let’s shower.” A cold jet of water was directed on G, that freezes and started trembling. Then the soap was poured, and then the brush started to be passed on the whole body. It aches, a lot. That was even more painful than the paddle game! Mistress M brushed intensively on the buttcheeks, in order to remove the numbers she wrote the day before; that cheeks were red, and they had to bear the paddle game twice in two days, and then the hot and ice cream, and then the cold shower and the hard brushing. That S/M relationship was going to hurt so much…

Mistress M washed with that same rough brush the whole body, face included; then she stopped, and asked: “Do you want warm water?” G immediately nodded!

“Good, you could ask for it in advance!” Mistress M put a blindfold on G, and then walked away.

Mistress M went back to the other room, with no apparent reason, the taps were there, just turn the hot water on, and that’s it! Some moments later, she came back on a office chair, G heard the noise of the plastic wheels on the floor. Little he knows, there was no office chair: Mistress M came back with a hot water boule, hanged on a pole, mounted on the same six arms with wheels platform of an office chair. A tube came down from that boule, and a clamp was clipped on it; at the end of the tube, an holed dildo, of course. G was already wet because of the shower, no need for lubrificant; the dildo came inside his ass with no hesitation. It was an already experienced sensation, first when dusting, then with the pear of anguis, nothing new… but then… the clamp came off, and hot water started to fill G’s anus. The boule was high in height, so the water keep flowing down to the tube, inside G; some rumors came from G, but nothing that was understandable. G was still trembling for the cold water on his body, but inside of him, hot water was heating up his body. At a certain moment, the water seemed to stop, G was full, no space left. Mistress M caressed the boule, then squeezed it, and more water fell down inside G. G’s belly was huge, and he was down on a table, strapped, so his weight was squeezing down his belly, reducing the space available. Mistress M knows it, very well. “Today we start slow.”

She removed the enema-dildo, and then took the paddle; G was still blindfolded, so he didn’t expect the strike on one of his buttcheeks… “AAAAARGH!” a second passed, and then, as usual “Right, one, thank you!” “Good, very good, you understood. Now, the game is the same, but you cannot spill out any drop of water, understand?” G nodded, as usual. This time G was very good at playing the paddle game, no mistakes, and a fair 20-22 left-right score was going to be remembered for a long time, with the tears in G’s voice, after the first half. Problem is, the bathtube was full of liquid, that came from G’s anus; he wasn’t able to keep it, he spilled almost all out!

Mistress M took a measuring cup and asked G to spill it all out; she wrote down how much was still inside him, and then went by difference: “I gave you 2 liters of hot water, you kept inside you half a liter, so you spilled out 1.5 liters! You now owe me 15 coins, but you just earned 42 with the paddle game, so, what’s the balance?” “It’s 27” replied G very fast; he somehow expected that the big number was going to be reduced in some way.

Mistress M took the cup with that half litre and pour it on G’s head; then took G’s soap and shampooed him. Then she brought up the fallen water and used it again to wash the soap out. G had a shampoo with soap and hot water that stayed inside his anus… not an experience to be told to the world… Then a sadic idea jumped to Mistress M’s mind: she took the hot and ice cream and mix it with some water; then the dildo was back in G, and that water was poured in. Now there was the alternation of hot and cold inside G’s body! “The only way to relieve is to poop, tomorrow morning you’ll be fine! But now, time is almost up, take the 27 coins and go to the slot, then, today you leave all your clothes here. You dry yourself with your first bathrobe, and leave it here too. Then, you go home dressed only with your second bathrobe!”

27 tries and 9 triplets came out; 9 keys, it was going to be hard to keep them in the mouth coming the next day…

That was humiliating; G had to walk through the doorman office, then in his neighborhood’s streets, then in his palace, nude but with only a bathrobe! What happens if someone he knows met him? Questions? Why an adult is walking nude around his place? All of this was in G’s mind while drying himself, and crawling from the slot to the changing room. Then he noticed something strange: his bathrobe’s belt was removed, so he had to keep it close with his hands! What a shame! What if the robe opens for some reason? Will someone be able to see the cage? And why your face seems experiencing pain? And what’s this terrible smell?

G was terrified to walk back home like that. Once out of Mistress M’s apartment, he started walking through the stairs; then looked at the time and chose to wait there, a lot, after the coming back from work hour and after the going out for dinner time; when he heard of someone going upstairs, he stood up and walked some floor up. No one living at the last floor will go up by stairs, usually the ones using the stairs are the first or second floor sporty people. Waited a lot, was the time for G to go back home, for real; even the doorman was at home, no one was expected to be encountered… while going down some floors, when almost running through the third floor, a door opened. The wrong door. Mistress M was going out, she was dressed in a really beautiful way, with nothing in common with the dresses she uses during the sessions: a short skirt, no collants, crop top shirt, a small purse and a beautiful long black leather coat. When their sight collided, G was frozen; Mistress M stopped, glared him, then proceeded to the elevator and didn’t care. G waited until the sound of the ground floor door closed and waited some other minutes, then runs away to his apartment. He met the old lady that lives at the same floor, next door; “I had to pick an envelope but I was showering, sorry!” and then G run on the stairs.

It was the first time G was naked outside his home, covered just with a robe, with no belt, with a cock cage mounted and soundy keys in the pockets, meeting someone else. Once at home, he showered again, removing that smell from his hair; watching his skin, the buttcheeks were full of livids, due to the paddle game three days in a row.