Late by J's angel I got home late last night. I wasn't here when Master called on his dinner break. He was very worried and upset. By the time he got home, he had worked himself into a real fury. I was kneeling by the door, wearing only my collar and leash. I knew I had been very bad and was going to get a severe punishment for worrying Master, but I was unprepared for just how angry he was. The door flew open and he stalked in. "Where in hell where you?" he demanded. I looked up into his face, and saw the worry and fear that had driven him to such anger and hung my head, ashamed. I whispered, I was at Tracy's, and I just lost track of time. I saw his jaw harden, his fingers clench into tight fists, and I trembled in fear and shame, hating myself for worrying him. "Get in the bathroom!" he hissed. He ordered me into our wobbly shower and pulled out his cock, covering my face, my back, and my breasts in piss. Then he made me swallow the last of it, and I lay there, gagging, ashamed, and frightened as he ordered me to lean across the commode. He unbuckled his heavy braided belt and slid it through the loops, as I shivered. I leaned over the commode in our cold bathroom, my knees pressing into the cracks in our ceramic tile and aching immediately. "You are to be home for my calls! Or at least leave me a message on the machine saying where you are! EVERYTIME! I was worried sick you little slut!" he boomed. I heard the hiss of the belt as he swung it back and closed my eyes tight, trying to steel myself. It did no good, a jolt of white hot agony screamed along my nerve endings as he skillfully wrapped the belt around my upper thigh, draging a moan from my lips and tears began to stream down my face. Before I could catch my breath from the first lick another wrapped itself around the opposite thigh. At this I lost control and screamed. "Spread 'em farther," was his only comment. I widened my thighs in real fear, knowing what his next target would be. "Never worry me like that again." he said softly. Then the blow landed squarely on my sex. For a moment I couldn't even scream, I collapsed against the commode gasping, and as I finally regained my breath I shrieked loudly and for a long time. I heard him putting his belt back on and I moved to turn and thank him for my punishment, but he stopped me, saying he wasn't done yet, that he would show me what it felt like to worry. Next I heard the most horrible sounds. He was filling the enema bag! I began to sob harder, so ashamed. He overfilled it with icy water and roughly jammed the tube into my unlubricated asshole. The cold water quickly filled my bowls and caused cramps. He walked out the bathroom, commanding me to stay put. I heard him in the bedroom, and wondered what on earth he could be doing. When he returned, he was carrying my jeans and a tee shirt. I looked up at him in puzzlement. "Don't just stare at me, get dressed dammit!" he snapped. I stood carefully, fighting to hold my water, cramps pulling me into an awkward position. I managed to dress slowly. He grabbed my hand and lead me from the bathroom. He took me out to the car and drove to mainstreet of our small town, pulled over and turned to me. "I'll pick you up at the Waffle House on the other end of town," he sneered "there is no bathroom between here and there." "But, Master," I began. "Shutup... get out now, or I'll take you home and add another bag." Sobbing, I stepped out of the car, holding my cramping tummy, walking with my legs pressed tightly together. I began the horrible 3 mile walk, desperately praying that I would make it. I couldn't ever show my face in town again if I didn't. It was three miles of pure unadulterated hell, each step agony, and terrifying. I finally made it to the Waffle House about 45 minutes later, having had to stop several times and press my legs together, praying. He was inside, waiting for me, eating some eggs. I hobbled in, tears running down my face, broke out in a sweat despite the cold. He looked up at me and smiled. "Go ahead and powder your nose, angel, I'll be ready in a minute." he said with a laugh. With great relief, I hobbled to the ladies room. I will not be late again. br> © 2004 The Chained angel All Rights Reserved Nothing on this site may be reproduced in whole or in part without the express permission of the owner. Special thanks to the lovely and talented jamie at taryn’s Trinkets for her help with the design of this site!