Anal Douching POV
“on your back,” i order, and you obey with only a flicker of hesitation. i love that—how quickly strength gives way to submission when your under my gaze. your legs shifted open on command, awkward but compliant, and i took my time standing over you, letting the weight of silence make you squirm.i held up the syringe, full and heavy, and tilted my head. “you know what this is for. you don’t get to argue, you don’t get to question. you take it, because i say you do.” your breath hitched, but you nod, the faintest, desperate little movement.the snap of my gloves made you flinch. i smile. “good boy. already twitching, and i haven’t even touched you yet.” i press the nozzle against you, firm and unyielding. “relax. don’t fight me. fighting makes it harder. submit, and it will be easy.”the first squeeze makes you gasp, hips jerking before i pinned him with one hand. “stay still,” i commanded, pressing harder. “you’ll take all of it. every drop. do you understand?”“yes…” your voice cracked, and it thrilled me.“louder.”“yes, ma’am!”i rewarded you with a slow release of pressure, drawing out your torment. you whimper, but held still under my grip, and i savored every second of control. when i withdrew, you are flushed, trembling, pliant.i wiped you down deliberately, my touch a mix of clinical precision and cruel tenderness. i leaned close, lips brushing his ear, voice low and sharp. “now you’re clean, empty, and mine. nothing about you belongs to you anymore. you exist to be prepared, to be opened, to be used. and you’ll thank me for it when i’m done.”
