Mistress Cruel, her eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure, commands her slave to bend over the enema table. She lubes up the nozzle, her fingers cold and clinical. "Relax, slave," she coos, pressing it against his tight hole. He tenses, then yields as she pushes it in. She hangs the bag, the fluid starting its journey, cold and unwelcome. His body jerks as the first wave hits, his face contorting. "Beg, slave," she purrs, her hand caressing his reddened ass. He whimpers, "Please, Mistress, it's too much." She smiles, "Not yet, slave. You'll take it all."