I feel the hard, cold tiles under my knees and hands, I'm uncomfortable on the floor as I listen to her prepare. She's at the sink, filling large bags with water, soap, ice, and other concoctions I can only imagine. Sometimes she even fills a bag with her own urine, but I don't think she has done that today as I've not heard the distinctive sounds of her relieving herself into a rubber bag.

Soon I'll feel a hard rubber nozzle enter my ass and seconds afterwards her concoction will begin to flow into me. I'll be filled unmercifully, my body will be cramping horribly and the pain will be intense, but she will ignore that. I know that she doesn't care about my pain; she only cares about her potions and filling me with them. I know that begging does not help, nor does crying. She simply will not stop until the bag is empty.

When we finally reach that point she'll calmly remove the nozzle from my body, and I'll wait as she watches my struggles. She'll probably smile and chuckle at my discomfort. Eventually she'll tell me to stand and make my way to the toilet, once I'm there she will increase my humiliation by watching as I release the potion from my bowels.

After a time my body will be purged of the liquid, I'll be exhausted and weak from the waters that flowed in and out of me. She'll tell me to get back into position, and she will begin again. She has many bags, many potions; I always suffer a number of them.

I hear her walking towards me. I wonder, will it be a soapy water, ice water, something even more horrible?

She says that I must suffer these cleanings since I'm such a dirty boy. I wonder how many gallons I'll have to take in order to become clean in her eyes again? I know that the next time she supervises my masturbation I'll be her dirty boy again.