“I had to wash myself so—”
“Did you touch yourself in a sexual manner?”
He stares at me. I stare at him. His prolonged silence is as good as a confession. “What is our rule pertaining to orgasms?”
“All of my orgasms belong to you?”
“That sounds like a question.”
“All of my orgasms belong to you, Sir,” he amends.
“And regarding your pleasure?”
“Boys are not permitted to touch themselves in an erotic way.”
“So, you’ve broken those two rules as well as a third by not admitting your transgression promptly. Even worse because you lied to me.”
“I didn’t—”
“I wasn’t finished. I will not be cajoled or manipulated by a nineteen-year-old boy with too much cunning for his own good.” Giovanni looks scared now, which is good. He needs to be scared. I want him to wonder what I will do to him, dread it even. Because if he thinks he can get away with this, then he’ll lie to me about other things too, like using drugs or harming himself.
“I demand honesty, loyalty, and respect in my submissives,” I remind him. “And you’ve shown me none of those things when you broke the rules so flagrantly.”
“I’m sorry, Sir.” He sets down his silverware. His mouth folds into a beautiful pout, long lashes fanning across his cheeks, but I will not be swayed by his good looks or half-hearted attempts at remorse.
“That’s a promising start,” I tell him. “But it’s not nearly enough, so after dinner I’m going to give you the opportunity to show me just how sorry you are.”
I havehim on the examining table in the playroom, naked, with his heels propped in the stirrups. We’ve used this table a few times before, mostly for rectal exams after a particularly enthusiastic fucking.
“Tell me why you’re being punished,” I say to him as I smooth one hand along his trembling thigh.
He swallows and stares at me solemnly. “For breaking a rule.”
“And for lying about it. Why do you need this?” His flaccid penis is tucked between his legs like a dog who knows he’s done wrong. He looks ashamed but not for the right reasons.
“To know you mean business?” he asks.
“That’s right, to understand that breaking my rules has consequences. I will work with you to correct your behavior and live up to your promises. I want you to learn from your mistakes, and I'll give you what you need to help with that.”
“What will be my punishment, Sir?”
We discussed some possibilities for punishments when we went over desires and limits. None of these are new to him, conceptually, but theoretical punishments are very different from the experience itself.
“First, I’m going to give you an enema. Then I’m going to cage your cock and use my massager to stimulate your prostate, multiple times, as a reminder that I’m the one who controls your orgasms. How does that sound?”
“Unpleasant.”
I nod. “For you and me both, but this is how we learn. If it becomes too much, you can always safeword. There are no consequences for that.” I gaze at him softly until he nods an acknowledgement. “Are you ready?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Then let us begin.”
I’ve prepared everything I’ll need ahead of time so that I don’t trigger his separation anxiety. Giovanni glances down at his lower half and winces as I insert the lubed nozzle securely into his rectum. I lift the bag of lukewarm saline that’s attached by tubing to the nozzle. “Here comes the water. I expect you to hold it inside of you for a full five minutes.” He edges away as the clear liquid starts to flow and I nudge the nozzle deeper inside. “Careful or you’ll get shit water everywhere,” I warn. If there is a spill, it will be collected by the bedpan stationed underneath him, but it’s an effective way to get him to stop squirming.
“I don’t like it,” he says mournfully while we watch his abdomen become distended from the bloat.
“This is like confession, remember? You’ve sinned and now your body must be purified in order to properly repent.” I don’t often get liturgical with my subs, but it’s effective with someone like Giovanni who appreciates ceremony and ritual. “I’m removing the nozzle now. You’ll need to clench tightly to keep it all in.” I slowly withdraw the plastic tubing and place my thumb against his opening until he’s sealed up nice and tight.
