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I look deep into Master's eyes as he clips the shiny steel collar around my neck, the click of the lock sealing my fate. Master nods sagely, as if confirming my place in our world, a simple motion summing up a psychology so complex. We stare at each other some more, undressing our minds into nakedness, before he leans over me and ruffles my head fur gently.

I smile, my tail wagging slowly, making soft thudding noises on the sides of the bath as it does. I look down, the white porcelain glinting a hazy reflection back, painting a portrait of an animal controlled. The weight of the collar simply adds to this feeling, pushing my neck towards the floor, weighing my head down in direct contrast to my spirit. My smile broadens. I'm home.

In the distance I hear a noise and my ears prick up to meet it. My head soon follows, spying Master on the other side of the room, his back to me, preparing for the evening ahead. I feel a tightness in my sheath with the thought of what is to come, my mind racing with scenarios which could yet be played out. I see his tail swinging like a pendulum, anchored between two firm buttocks whose tightness I have enjoyed only a handful of times before. I am rarely allowed to top Master - it is a privilege when I do.

I see him turning towards me and I turn my head instinctively. I know I'm not allowed to watch Master, but it's a temptation which is often so hard to ignore. I stare down at the blank canvas of the bath once more, counting the ridges which prevent slipping in the shower, hoping he hasn't noticed my discretion. It's merely a distraction, but it sedates my mind, alleviating the fear of any strict punishment potentially coming my way.

I hear the clinking of chains as he approaches, like the tolling of funeral bells. I then feel the warmth of his paw around my neck as he threads one of the chains through the loop on my collar, clipping it to one of the handles of the bath in the process. He does the same for the other side, anchoring my neck in the middle, effectively fixing the top half of my body in place.

He looks down at his handiwork as I tilt my head to greet his gaze. He smiles widely and sniggers. "Good," he says. "Goooooood".

I whimper softly, the movement from my throat causing my collar and chains to jingle gently. I close my eyes and just listen, the sound as reassuring as hearing the battering of the autumn wind when you are tucked up snugly in bed. My smile breaks out into a grin.

"So boy," Master begins. "Are you ready for this?"

I bark in agreement and as I do, the taste of rubber invades my muzzle. I wrap my tongue around the gag, accepting it warmly into my maw, as he pulls the strap around the back of my neck tight. Another click and it's locked firmly in place. My hardness grows some more.

I look down at the porcelain and a simple slave, translucent in the distance, stares pathetically back. This only heightens my tightness down below as I feel the tip of my penis starting to emerge. Master notices too and smacks my rump forcefully with his paw.

"Filthy bitch!" he exclaims. "Who's a filthy little bitch?"

I whimper in agreement, but there's no-one there to hear me, Master having moved back into the distance to pick up some more toys. A minute later, I hear a tap running, but something doesn't seem right. It sounds different, the familiar tinkle of water on porcelain replaced by a duller, flatter tone. I extend my ears, turning them towards the sink in the hope of picking up the sound, but without stealing a peak, I would never know. And I am not too dumb to appreciate the consequences of that.

I don't need to wait long to get my answer though, as shortly afterwards, he casts an imposing shadow as he towers over me, rubber bag in one paw and a bottle of Tabasco sauce in the other. I whimper some more, knowing what's coming, yet realising that I am powerless to stop it. My mind races as he casts a smirk in my direction, clipping the bag to a hook he has had installed over the shower head.

He straightens himself up and sniggers as he slowly, delicately, unscrews the cap from the bottle of Tabasco, making sure that I am watching every sadistic moment. My eyes radiate fear as I whimper loudly, my mind yearning for freedom, forcing my body into fight-or-flight mode. I pull against the binds but the chains do their job, anchoring me to this boat from which I cannot escape. I whimper even louder, but I know there is no-one coming to rescue me.

I hear his laughter echoing in my head as the shadow of a devil is cast upon me. I look up to see him tipping a generous amount of the sauce into the rubber bag before, with claw exposed, he pokes at the bag softly to mix it all in. I turn my head to him, meeting his eyes and begging for freedom, but I am met with a steely stare and little empathy. My muzzle drops and I feel the gag ride against the top of my mouth, enhancing my sense of submission.

I smile ruefully to myself as I ponder my predicament, trussed up and enslaved to the past, present and future. I look back at my Master and contemplate why I'm a submissive, why the desire to please is so innate inside of me. I don't have the answers, I've never had the answers, I just know that Master's happiness has always been at the forefront of my mind. So I look back at the bath and the portrait of submission, waiting for the inevitable and knowing that I must endure it. Yet at the same time, I know I will also enjoy it, because this is the boundary I frequently tread.

In the distance, I hear the flicking of the cap and my Master's claws rasping against the tiles on the bathroom floor as he moves back towards me. Out of the corner of my eye, I see him splodge a huge dollop of lube onto his paw and wipe a nozzle with it, before looking down at his slave and smiling softly.

"Ready?" he asks, not really caring what the answer is going to be. I nod in consent as he moves around to my rump, lifting my tail softly onto my back. I let it collapse there, lifeless, as I shiver in fear at what I am about to receive. I glimpse back at him and see he is holding the nozzle between his thumb and first claw, looking down at my tailhole as he brings them closer in matrimony. I squeal as I feel the cold sharp sensation of the nozzle on the base of my tail, but Master ignores me, forcing the device deeper into my hole. I feel it burrowing deeper into me before Master lets go, looking down to admire his handiwork. I follow the tube up from the tail to the bag, anticipating the sweet sense of stinging soon to be heading my way.

He laughs once again before flicking a switch. Moments later, I feel the water being pumped inside me, forcing its way deep into my insides, a tsunami of destruction subjecting me to its whims. As its flow increases, I whimper more loudly as a burning sensation starts to take effect. Building up slowly, it soon rumbles like thunder, eviscerating my intestines, tearing through my tail like a devil on a mission. I start to scream, the sound muffled by the gag, turning my head once again to my Master, begging with him, pleading, that I can escape this submission. But all Master does is laugh, stroking his sheath in hypnotic movement, the glint in his eye telling me that my protests are in vain.

I look down at the bath, defeated, as the pumping continues, my lower half becoming increasing full with the liquid inside it. I feel the water pushing against my organs as my stomach starts to swell, with the heat of the Tabasco never far away. I am conscious of my tailhole twitching, trying to force out the nozzle, but I know this would be a reckless idea, despite my mind imploring me to make this torture stop. I look back at my Master, hoping for empathy, but all I get is his erection, which he is stroking suggestively. Perversely, this makes my own penis grow, as my mind tries to distract me from the pain and channel my feelings into my loins.

Eventually, the flow abates and Master walks back over to me, detaching the nozzle and placing it inside the bag. He looks down at me and sniggers once more, before touching my stomach with one of his paws.

"Are you all full, boy?" he enquires and I whimper in agreement, wincing as he starts massaging my tummy gently. "I don't want you to spill a single drop," he says sternly as his sadistic stroking increases, pushing into my belly to test my resolve. I can almost hear the water sloshing inside. "Don't shit yourself, you filthy little bitch. You're far too old for diapers".

I marf in agreement, yet I don't know how I can adhere as I feel a few drops trying desperately to escape. I start crying tears of pain, my brain desperately focused on my tailhole, hoping the power of the mind will be enough to keep it all in. However, with my hole twitching due to the heat of the chilli, I fear that sooner rather than later, there is bound to be an explosion.

"Now," he continues, his tone becoming slightly more relaxed. "I've used you at one end, so I think I should use you at the other." I look back at him, trying to undress his intentions as he reaches behind me and unlocks my gag, the rubber falling to the floor, making a dull thud in the process. I stretch my muzzle, licking its sides in the hope of taking the taste of the rubber away.

"Whoops!" he says, picking up the gag, giving me enough time to lick his paw lovingly as he does. My heart melts in that instant, a smile returning to my face despite the fire that's burning in my undercarriage. "Silly animal," he laughs as he walks away, soon returning with another gag to which a funnel is attached.

I look up at it and meep, but before I get chance to say anything, he continues with his charade. "You're such a good little bitch," he says, forcing the nozzle of the new gag deep into my muzzle, almost touching my tonsils such is its reach. "Such a goooooood little bitch."

I nod as I watch him clamber into the bath, straddling over me like an Adonis, his erection standing proud as a testament to my submission. I smile in pride as he grabs the base of my funnel, pulling it towards his groin before waiting for his swelling to subside. I look up, watching his penis retreat into his sheath, waiting for the inevitable warmth which is going to be invading my mouth.

Looking past his member, my eyes float lovingly up his muscular torso, the white hair on his chest complemented by the darker fur on each fringe. I follow the whiteness up to the underside of his muzzle, which is tilted downwards towards me, resplendent in pleasure. My heart swells with pride as my eyes head further north, meeting his eyes and seeing a warmth latent within the steeliness as he looks down at his captive. With his free paw, he ruffles my head fur once again, and this causes a grin of sheer pride to spread right across my face.

"Do you want a drink boy?!" he says as my head drops submissively to the floor, before almost instantly rebounding due to the grip Master has on my funnel. I close my eyes and moan softly, as the first few drops reach my muzzle. I start gulping, the nozzle pressed flat against my tongue, pointed at the back of my throat so I can devour as quickly as it comes. I look back up at him, but he has his eyes closed, focused on the job in hand as his bitter acrid liquid starts to fill up my mouth. I prepare myself to swallow, retching once but soon getting the hang of it as I start to guzzle it down voraciously.

"Don't spill a drop, boy," he chastises, hitting my head as a droplet appears on the left side of my mouth, trickling down my chin and dropping onto the porcelain. I close my eyes once again and focus intently, gulping down wave after wave of golden liquid, despite its rather acrid taste. I try and poke my tongue past the gag to lick off the remains of the leak, but I know it has escaped and I'll pay for this later. All the while, I am smiling internally, enjoying his gift to me, loving being used and knowing that being a urinal is exactly my standing.

Beneath me, I feel the pain in my tail crescendo as it tries to spill forth from my behind. I try and clamp it shut tighter but feel a droplet poke out, trickling down my right thigh, getting caught in my fur. I whimper but continue drinking in thirst, desperate to consume all of the elixir that Master is giving me, hoping that this will provide sufficient distraction to the excoriation happening below.

A few seconds later, he lets go of the funnel, and I feel a warm sensation scorch across my face. I look down to see the funnel hanging out of my mouth as my muzzle detects the sharp smell of urine. I see droplets of piss fleck on the floor, while yet more is retained in the fur on my face. I screw my eyes tighter as I enjoy it splashing all over me, God's wrath raining upon me in heavenly exaltation. I breathe deeply, letting the aroma infuse deep into my lungs, allowing it to seep into all corners of my mind as I let myself be drowned in the flood. I murr contently, the rain whipping against my fur, as my soul sings in the storm.

It abates sooner than I would like, Master completely drained as he pulls his penis away from the gag and towers over me in resplendence.

"Lick," he orders as he removes the funnel from my mouth before climbing out of the tub. Instinctively, my tongue moves down to the porcelain to polish it as thoroughly as possible. But this simply pushes my weight down onto my aching stomach, encouraging the water to search for its escape, pushing it backwards towards my rapidly unclenching tailhole. He laughs loudly, the sound echoing around my panicking mind, but I keep licking, desperate to scoop up every last drop, to make my Master proud. This floor will be shinier than it was before. I'll make it so. I'll _make_it so.

"Remember what I said, boy?" he says as he spanks my rump hard with his paw. "No leaking, you're too old for diapers!" I make a muffled sound in agreement, but I know I'm losing control. I voraciously lick up the piss he has left in the tub, but every sweeping motion forces my stomach to contract some more, pushing more of the fluid towards my twitching tailhole. This isn't aided by his spanks, which start to become increasingly frequent, every hit forcing more water towards the outside world. I yearn to keep it in, but the seal is starting to fail, becoming increasingly moist with the fluid it's meant to hold in. Moments later, I feel a new sense of warmth spreading down the back of my leg, a sludgy river carving channels through my fur, coalescing it into thick clumps as I start to smell the sense of my shame. Sooner or later, I know the dam will be breached and there is not a single thing I can do about it.

I look down my muzzle, droplets of piss clinging to the cropped fur around my mouth. I turn to look at him. He laughs once again as my insides groan in wild displeasure. I whimper even louder, looking into his eyes, pleading with him to let me free, to end the game before I have to endure the humiliation of shitting myself in the bathtub. He spanks me again and I feel another cramp take hold, punching my stomach, and this forces my hole to disgorge yet another small stream onto my thighs. I look down and spy a little pool forming under my behind to my eternal shame.

My eyes darken in intensity, searching his soul, clinging to the hope that he will allow me to expel the pain which is gorging its way through the lower half of my body without leaking all over myself. I hope he will find it in his heart to grant my release before I lose control of my bodily functions and soil myself like a helpless infant. Helpless I may be, but surely I'm above that.

He laughs louder. "You are a good boy," he continues. "A very good boy - not to mention a very good toilet. But we don't want a leaky toilet now, do we?" He laughs once again as he ruffles my headfur. I continue to stare at him, yearning with all my being to be given release. Please, I think, you can't be this cruel. Please!

I am wrong. My heart sinks as he turns away from me, tail swishing as he walks out of the room. As he leaves, he turns to me and says "now prove to me you are a good boy," before flicking out the light, closing the door on his way out. The room is transformed into darkness as I hear the demons in my stomach gurgling their displeasure. I feel another hot trickle down the inside of my leg and cry into emptiness. The chains jingle gently as I sob. Waiting is all I have left.