Tat Keong hurried out of the elevator in Far East Plaza, walking briskly towards the tattoo shop at the far end. He caught sight of Irene inside the shop, having a discussion with the tattoo artist. She caught sight of him from afar and gave him a peeved expression.

“Hi… erm… Honey, sorry I am late. Was held up by a discussion with boss.”

She remained unappeased, staring at him without uttering a word. He’s fully aware of his rightful duty but was trying his luck, hoping she could pardon him from the action in the public, especially in this shop and in the presence of this tattoo artist. But her eyes told him pardon was not granted, he gave a subtle sigh of despair and bow his head, picked up her right fingers and gave a respectful peck on the back of her palm.

“Good afternoon, my Lady Irene.” He mumbled inaudibly to avoid any unwanted attention and trying his best to keep his bent knees unnoticeable.

Irene’s stern face broke into a lovely smile, completely disregarding the lady tattoo artist’s queer stare. Their relationship indeed wasn’t that ordinary and didn’t start out that manner.

KT is a 36 year-old charismatic and outspoken hunk. Standing at 1.9metre with a well-toned body, credit to his weekly basketball training, he works for an European Oil Company as Regional Finance Manager with office just right above this shopping mall. Irene is a new citizen from China whom joined his department a year ago. She was the weakest link in his team, she would screw up even the most routine journal entries and neither did she possess the most attractive features, standing at 1.5metre with 30B 24 33 figure. Her prized asset has to be her pair of large almond shaped eyes, just like those in the Japanese anime. Coupled with her petite frame, she look every bit like an underage schoolgirl with her eyes ever ready to break into tears whenever TK was disciplining her.

Working under him was miserable until 2 months ago when she accidentally stumbled on his unattended personal laptop, it was logged onto a BDSM website. She confronted him and confessed her common inclination to him as well, the discussion was within minutes and ended with him on all fours, sucking her toes, right in his office!

Many things changed instantaneously. She submitted her resignation on that very same day and he approved her immediate release. She moved into his apartment in Thomson area that very same night. He broke off with his stewardess girlfriend of 2 years on that same night.

For Irene, she fulfilled her wish to lead an easy and comfortable life, the unreserved freedom to unleash her domineering side was a bonus. For TK, he’s hot over heels over his newfound love, especially under her harsh and humiliating control. Finally, he is able to relish in those submissive acts that he thought only exists in reel world.

Over the months, Irene’s administration grew along with TK’s appetite, from simple bondage and spanking to cum control and CBT. While he enjoyed and readily accepted the new games, he was increasingly concerned over her bringing them beyond the bedroom. Like her implementation of the royal greetings he has to perform each time they meet. And on their first month celebration, she brought him to a tattoo artist and have “Lady Irene’s puppy” engraved on his back, just right above his ass crack. That humiliating memory of Irene boasting to the tattoo artist on how she tamed him throughout the tattooing, etched forever in KT’s brain.

Today is their second month anniversary and Irene has already prepped him first thing in the morning that she has a surprise for him. Little did he expect her call to meet during lunch hour, at this tattoo shop just beneath his office!

“Hi Pupp, look what I have got you for our 2nd month anniversary!” Irene held up the pair of shiny mini rings excitedly.

“… Why are you giving me a pair of earrings?”

“These are not earrings. They are nipple rings. Maggie will help you pierce them right away, she said she only need 10 minutes and will only cause minimal pain.” She quipped at his ignorance while pointing at the tattoo artist beside.

Her remark is making TK very uneasy. First of all, he cannot imagine having a pair of nipple rings fixated on his chest. And of all places, she chose this shop right below his office and during lunch hour! Not only is he worried of being spotted by some one from his company, he felt uneasy being pierced by this pretty young lady. Although they have never spoken to each other, they often exchanged flirtatious glances whenever he passes by during lunch.

“Let’s not keep Maggie waiting and get undress, will you?”

TK knew he had no chance appealing against Irene so he would rather get this over before his colleagues come down for lunch. He began to loosen his tie and unbuttoning his shirt. Maggie took his cue and started gathering her apparatus.

TK lied on the bench nervously as Maggie rubbed the alcohol swap over his left nipple, it erected to the tender touch of her fingers. She picked up the forceps next and pinched on the nipple, pulling it taut. Usually she would apply a coating of numbing gel before the piercing but Irene insisted that TK would handle without it.

Maggie pushed the long needle into his nipple with her steady hand. It entered from the right and poked through on the left. TK let out a short gasp in response to the painful intrusion and grabbed the edge of the mattress. She inserted the ring through the hollow stem of the needle next, before withdrawing the needle out of his nipple, pulling the ring through his nipple along. The ring completed its orbit through his nipple as the needle pulled out from its entrance, there was a droplet of blood blistering from the puncture and the erected nipple swell up instantly when Maggie release the forceps.

His left nipple was pierced within a minute and the pain was bearable this time, but still TK didn’t enjoy the whole procedure. Irene released him after the piercing, but not without a teasing remark that she had more fun and exciting games awaiting him after work. Her hand reached for his crotch and could feel his stiff hard cock beneath his pants. He resumed his afternoon in office with the swollen nipples, unable to concentrate on his work. The raw nipples kept brushing against his shirt no matter how he slouched. He has never been so aware of his nipples’ existence and the tenderness made him horny, wondering what other surprises Irene has for him after work.

He left the office 10 minutes before six to beat the rush hour traffic; he can’t wait to get home and remove his shirt, hoping that will relieve him of some agony. But at the back of his mind, he knew the genuine reason was he can’t wait to get back into Irene’s embrace and enjoy whatever games she had planned, the anticipation was killing.

He managed to reach home within 30 minutes. There was a post-it note on the main door. Just 3 words scribbled on it but that was enough to trigger the distress signal in TK’s mind.

“Strip Before Enter”

His memory flashed back to 2 Sundays ago where he was ordered out of his house stark naked. He could still feel that intense thrill and fear. But that was done in the wee hours and now, he was to repeat this stunt at this evening prime hour. The other 3 neighbours could be returning from work anytime. He hesitated for a long while, staring at the elevator shuttling between the levels. He doesn’t feel safe at all performing this daring stunt but yet he doesn’t want to disappoint Irene.

Mustering whatever courage left within, TK began stripping his clothes off clumsily. He just wanted to enter into his home at the fastest time possible, but Irene has other plans. Once butt naked, TK knocked on the door for permission to enter but the door remained shut. He knocked again, slightly harder this time but still the door remained shut. Panic sank into him as seconds turned into minutes. His eyes constantly shifted towards the elevator’s direction, his stiff cock throbbed to his trembling heartbeat. After 5 minutes, his patience worn out and he started digging for the keys in his trousers pocket.

He entered into the empty house; only a second post-it note on the floor greeted him.

“Penalty for entering into the house without my permission: 50 strokes of caning.

If you can ejaculate within 1 minute: minus 10 strokes.

If you can swallow all your sperm: minus another 10 strokes”

He dropped all his clothes and himself onto the floor, and began masturbating instantly. With his pent-up arousal for the whole afternoon, TK had no problem ejaculating within a minute and also licked all the sperm off his hand and floor. He has been eating up his own cum since a month ago.

Irene emerged from the kitchen as TK was licking the marble tile clean. She was wearing her favourite outfit, a blood red mini dress. The PVC material wrapped around her waist like skin and extended all the way to her neck. The long slit at the front revealed her shallow cleavage while the low back cut bared highlighted the beautiful arches of her shoulder blades and the ripples of her spine. The hip hugging dress barely covered her bums and together with the 4 inches heels, her slender legs appeared to be even longer. She had also bun up her hair and put on a heavy red-based makeup, adding more weight to her sinister expression. TK knew it would be a rough night as he felt a chill up his spine just by looking at her pair of devious eyes. He immediately rose and took her right hand to his mouth for his greeting peck.

“Good Evening, My Lady.”

She didn’t speak much and behaved normally. He was ushered to the showers as she set the dining table. They had a fast dinner with TK eating his portion from a doggie bowl on the floor, their conversation were pretentious, circled around his day at work. But Irene kept his arousal on the high with occasional caressing using her toes and teasing him of the surprise she had for him.

Irene proposed watching the TV upon finishing their meal on the pretext to allow some time for digestion but it was part of her plan to let the suspense inside TK continue burning. They spent the next hour watching a bondage video that she just downloaded and shared a bottle of red wine to set the mood.

At nine, Irene gulped down her last mouthful of wine declared the start of their playtime. His eyes glowed in excitement as he crawled across the hall to the last room eagerly. It was supposed to be the master bedroom but Irene converted it into a play room, not only because it’s the biggest bedroom, but for the full length windows on 2 sides of the walls, offering a panoramic view of the town. Although the nearest residential block is some 300 meter away, the windows still imposes a intimidating threat of public exposure to TK.

He was guided to the windows where he assumed the usual posture next to the four metal cuffs. These four cuffs were selected according to his build and drilled to the floor at the precise measurement of his doggy posture. Although he has been locked many times in them, watching her flipping the cuff over his arms and locking it shut to the eyelet still send that same intense chill down his spine just like the very first encounter. The locked cuffs pressed forcefully over his arms and calves to the floor, immobilised his limbs effectively and forcing his weight to rest on his four joints.

“Remember your 30 strokes of cane?” She retrieved the rattan from the shelf.

“Ready for them now?”

“Yes, my Lady. Your puppy is always ready for you.”

She administered 10 strokes at one go, they were particularly harsher than usual. Despite her petite frame, she could somehow served extremely heavy caning. Her strokes concentrated on his left ass, tearing the skin pretty badly. Tears dripping off TK’s eyes, he prided himself to be a high tolerance towards pain but tonight’s caning was the most severe.

“How many strokes have I caned?” Her fingers caressing his raw skin.

“My Lady, 10.”

“Only 10? Boy, looks like your delicate bum is not able to take the remaining caning. Let’s do a deal here. If you allow me to draw up the curtain, I will pardon the remaining 20 strokes. How about that?”

TK was puzzled over her proposal. Although he had expressed his reservations over drawing the curtains, he stopped short of listing that into his hard limits. And in their past sessions, Irene has never asked for his permission to draw the curtain. This seems more like a test than a mercy, a test for TK, to see if he know Irene well enough.

“My Lady, I will preserve and accept your remaining strokes, please.”

“Very well, pupp. You can read my heart well, I’m impressed.  I will reward you with the harshest 20 strokes but before that, I will provide you with some motivation.”

Irene slipped herself beneath him and licked his half erected cock gently. He moaned with great pleasure over the treat and his cock responded instantaneously to a full erection. Irene continued her gentle and light licking on his swollen shaft, making sure to avoid his restrained & blind thrustings. She stopped her teasing upon seeing a big blister of precum secreting out from his meatus.

Irene resumed her caning on his right ass this time and at much lesser force. She leaned forward to give TK a deep kiss after the twentieth stroke.

“I love you.” She left the room after whisper into his ear, leaving him melting in her tender lovely confession.

She re-entered the room pushing a drip stand commonly seen in the hospital with a bag of ice-cold saline hanging above.

“Pupp, to celebrate our second month anniversary, I have a special surprise for you.” She spoke as she rolled the stand towards his rear, away from his vision, keeping him in suspense.

She picked up the attached nozzle and pushed it in between her thighs, a soft moan escaped from her mouth as the nozzle penetrated her wet pussy. She began thrusting the nozzle uncontrollably, enjoying whatever tiny pleasure the little penetrator can give. It took her a few attempts and great determination to pull the nozzle away from her wet pussy, with a loud moan of anguish that startled TK.

Irene took some moments to recollect herself before calmly placed the lubricated nozzle at his anus opening. His anus instantly and involuntarily clamp up at the first touch, afterall this hole only performed the function of excreting faeces in all these 36 years. But Irene did not relent and pushed firmly against his clamped opening.

“Arghh…  Wha… What ar… you doing”

“Shhhh….  Just relax and save yourself from unnecessary pain, pupp.”

Her comforting doesn’t help much as he seemed to lose control over his anus muscle, his body arched forward to escape from the probe but to no avail. It didn’t take long before the lubricated nozzle breached through the aching anus rim. The remaining length of nozzle got swallowed into his anal under her firm push, the ripples on the nozzle rubbed against his virgin colon walls brought wave after wave of queer pleasure and fear to TK. Irene only let go of her hand after the 4 inches nozzle lodged completely inside him.

“Now, that’s my good boy! Now comes your present.”

She turned the dial on the clamp and watched the icy saline flow along the tube into his anal. He yelped in surprise at the first sensation.

“Relax pupp, it’s just cold saline water running through your colon and into your intestine. You will feel a little discomfort for the initial stage but everything will be just fine.

The saline will flush out all the toxins inside your colon and intestine later and I promise you that you will feel much fresher and healthier after this.”

TK could only managed a nod in acknowledgement as he concentrated over the unfamiliar invasion inside his body, the icy saline seems to pierce through his intestines wall, sending pulsating waves of sharp pains all over his abdomen. These definitely ain’t minor discomfort.

“Alright, time for my prime time TV drama. I am going to leave you for the next hour, don’t worry, you will be just fine. Just make sure the nozzle remain inside your anal when I am back. And shout for me if there is any emergency BUT you know I dislike to be interrupted. ”

She gave him a stern stare to get her message across before leaving the room with the door ajar. Tears started welling up his eyes again. He doesn’t know how best to describe this feeling and it’s definitely the unpleasant category.

Irene returned fifteen minutes later to check on TK. She noticed his body trembling.

“It’s commercial break now so I decided to check on you. How are you dealing with this enema?”

“I.. I am pretty… ok. Just experiencing bouts of cramps around my lower abdomen” His voice quivered.

“What you are experiencing now is similar to my menstrual cramps. If I could endure this pain for 2 days each month while working long hours under an unappreciative boss like you, I am sure you too can endure this, right?” Her palm massaging on his swollen lower abdomen, incurring more pain to TK.

“Ye… yes, My Lady. I.. I am sorry for not treating you …  ”

“Good. Now stay calm and enjoy the moments. I can hear my show has resumed.”

She walked out from the room once again without letting TK finished his apology.

Irene returned at the next commercial break again. This time, TK has broken down. Irene could hear his sobbing even before stepping into the room. His head on the floor, his elbows could no longer support the weight. His torso shivered uncontrollably to the spasms. His stomach’s swell resembled a early 2nd trimester’s pregnancy. Only one fifth of the saline remained in the packet.

“Pupp, how are you feeling now?” Irene’s tone mellowed as her fingers caressing his placid penis.  This was TK’s little treat whenever the session got too harsh.

“My Lady, I…  I don’t think I can hold much longer…  please…” He stammered in between his sobbings.

“Hmmm... But you have only taken in slightly more than half of the saline. There is a long way to go.” Seeing that his penis responded to her touch, Irene knew his threshold is near but not yet reach the limit.

“If you would want me to terminate this procedure prematurely, then you will have to pay a little penalty in exchange.”

He pondered for a while, trying to process which option will be the lesser evil. A sudden flash distracted him. Irene was taking photos of his humiliating predicament again. He had objected on her photo-taking on more than one occasion but not only she overruled his objection, she even posted the photos on her blog.

“My show is resuming soon. Have you decided? Continue with this enema or accept my punishment in return for the pre-mature termination?”

“May your pupp know what will be the punishment?” His silent sobbing escalated.

“Looks like this pain has not impaired your mind yet. Relax, this punishment shall be a light one, you only need to masturbate for ten minutes. I can hear my show is back on so make your decision now!”  Irene clenched his abdomen to help him with the decision-making.

“Yes! Yes! Yes! PLEASE release me from this HELL! I will do anything… JUST FUCKING RELEASE ME NOW!!” TK could no longer tolerate the intense spasms, he felt his rectum at the verge of rupturing.

“Don’t you dare raise your voice at me!!” One hard slap smacked on his left cheek.

“I…. I am sorr… sorry..” TK was completely wrecked, pressed his forehead onto the marble tile, wailing in pain and humiliation like a 5 year old boy.

Irene took her time to unlock his cuffs amid her verbal abuses, berating him as mommy’s boy, a fragile wussy. She unhooked the pack from the stand before ordering him to crawl into the bathroom and she followed closely to prevent the nozzle detaching from his anus. She ordered him into the bathtub, on squatting position while she hook the packet on the curtain railing.

Just as he thought his ordeal was coming to the end, she whipped out her camera again and switched it to video recording. He was ordered to give a narration of what had happened and his incompetency for the recording before he was given the green light to pull the nozzle out from his anus.

It took a few moments before his anus could relax and allow the saline cum faeces mixture spurting out. He felt both relieve amid the contraction pains as the mixture expelled from his colon through series of loud and forceful spurts. The whole episode last more than 5 minutes and were fully recorded. To add on the humiliation, Irene made him suck the remaining saline in the packet through the soiled nozzle.

TK was left to clean up the bathroom and himself while Irene reached for her laptop excitedly. By the time TK emerged from the bathroom, she had already blog over the session and uploaded her selection of photos that did not disclose his face. She even uploaded the audio file of his humiliating confession and wailings in the bathroom.

“You are my cute little wussy pupp. See! my friends love your cries tremendously, they are so envious of me.” Irene shifted the screen to his direction. He was ordered to recite the 15 responses aloud at his kneeling position while Irene ran her fingers below his chin as if she is tickling a puppy.

“Now it’s time for your punishment before I get too sleepy.” She walked over to the curtain and drew them apart.

“Come right over to this side.” She beckoned TK to the window, overlooking the deserted street below. It’s already close to 11pm.

“Now lean against the window and you can start your gross act whenever you are ready. Remember, you are not supposed to cum.” Irene activated the stopwatch on her mobile to standby mode, waiting for him.

TK just knew it, she wouldn’t be so kind. He stood up beside the window, rested his left hand onto it and right hand reached below for his placid cock. He could see that many apartments in the block across the street were still light up, he prayed them would not notice him performing this obscene act but his cock stiffen at that thought of getting exposed.

Irene pulled the armchair behind him and sat down with a leather crop. She watched intently over his stroking and caressing, adding a few whips and abuses to spice things up and to ensure he is not cutting slack. It was a torturous ten minutes but TK managed to control his cum and fulfilled his punishment. As a reward for that, he was allowed an undisturbed sleep on the bed, with Irene and CB4000.