He wasn’t finished with me quite yet, though… he tuned different buttons on his machine and the spasms my bowels were going through were joined by what felt like pure alternating current passing through my penis, and then into my bowels.. it was enough to start me bucking on the chains in spasmodic movements, and my master saw that my eyes had rolled up into my head…. He called to me “Pet, are you ok?” I made some kind of sound, to indicate that I was still conscious, and so he continued, until I shot wave after wave of cum all over myself as well — at which point, the machine was turned off, and all signs of it removed from my body…
I can honestly say, I had never felt so horrible in all of my life, but soon, master had me released from my bonds, and carried me to a different bath. This one had a shower big enough for 10. All the while holding me like a baby, he adjusted the water to just a little warmer than I like it, and carried me in with him. He carefully undid the pressure-stopper in my ass, and removed the device, and held me close to him, as I gripped him tighter than anyone I had ever held onto before — not even my mother, when I was a baby, as for the next 10 minutes, all of the enema emptied out of me onto the two of us…. It was nothing more than clear liquid, I realized, but I was so amazed that my master held me through all of that. When it was all out of me, he stood me on my feet (for the first time all day, it seemed) and he took one of the hand-shower heads, and he rinsed my ass, and my cock, and then washed the adhesive off my abs, ever so gently…. and then, using body wash, and the gentlest cotton washcloth, he began un-sliming my chin, neck, face, and head…. until I was clean. And then he whispered “there will be times, when I will want you to keep that on you for an entire evening, or day.”
“Yes, you are my God, I obey your will…” (Did I just say that out loud?)
“And sometimes, my Pet, it will not just be MY Cum, but I promise you that the only cum that will ever go inside your pretty body, WILL be mine.”
“Yes, my Lord.”
And then, picking me up by each thigh, he backed me into the corner of the shower wall. The tiles felt soooo cold, but my Lord felt sooo hottt. Then, lifting each leg up over his shoulders, and grabbing me tight around my waist, he entered me, at long last. It hurt, yes, and each powerful stroke hurt just as much, if not more than the other, and I was coming almost constantly, from the entire experience of the last 24 hours, dawning upon my poor, demure, little wife brain, but I would never deny my Lord and Master anything, and I began to feel as if this consummation, right here in the shower, was my wedding to the man who would become the great love of my life.
THE END