Anal Training (Part 2)
The place my Master’s hands guided me to was the bathroom right next to the training room.
I had expected to be tied to the restraint chair in the training room and humiliated by an enema, but it wasn’t that at all. I was actually relieved.
Since this is my first enema, he must want to start gently…?
I still carried a sliver of hope that I might receive at least a trace of human treatment. I looked up at Master cautiously, but the single sentence he spoke shattered that hope in an instant.
“Jihye, submissive posture.”
M-meow…!
I immediately took the posture Master commanded.
I squatted, spread my legs, and exposed my buttocks. My hands rose like a puppy’s to the level of my face and curled inward.
It was a posture I had repeated many times during dog training, so I was used to it. Yet the shame hit harder than ever.
Just as I thought… I’m being treated like a dog…
All the inhuman enema sessions that would follow flashed through my mind, and my body began to tremble.
I had already decided I would endure anal training. After all, preparing the back passage for defecation required a thorough cleaning of the inside.
But the moment the actual enema play was about to begin, my body tensed against my will.
And this time it wasn’t between humans. It was between Master and me as Master and a bitch.
“Huuu…”
“What? Tense? You’re properly hard already. Good puppy.”
Meow meow…!
“Don’t tense too much. Today’s the first time, so I’ll be gentle.”
Meow…
“Then I’ll go get the supplies. Stay in this posture and wait for me.”
As I nodded, Master smiled and left the bathroom, closing the door behind him.
I was alone in the bathroom, but I kept the posture, waiting for Master.
If I relaxed even for a second and he walked in, I would receive a severe punishment. Fear kept me from moving.
But the greater reason was that deep down I didn’t want to disobey Master’s command.
It felt as if his command had turned into invisible chains tightening around my body.
Am I really becoming a bitch…♡
Up to now I had only received training twice. Of those, only one session had been to turn me into a bitch.
Why had my body and heart already become a bitch who would obey Master in absolute submission?
Even when I thought about it myself, it was a situation so unbelievable I couldn’t understand it. But I had no time to think deeply.
Before long Master returned, carrying the supplies.
“Here, you made me wait a long time.”
Meow meow…!
“I looked everywhere for supplies made for our bitch.”
I scanned the items in Master’s hands: a large syringe, a 2-liter bottle of water, and love gel.
As soon as I realized they were all tools for an enema, a sharp pain began to cut through my lower belly.
So he really is going to do it…
When that 2-liter water washes out every last bit of filth inside me, my rear will be remade into Master’s private back passage.
Unlike my vagina, which carried pregnancy risk, my rear could be enjoyed without any worry.
The thought that my body was being reshaped into something suited for Master sent a strange thrill alongside fear.
“How does it feel? Are you already excited thinking about getting enema-ed?”
Meow… meow meow!
“Have you ever given yourself an enema alone before? No?”
Meow!
“Good. So this will be your first time.”
I nodded cautiously.
In truth, I had tried to do it alone yesterday, but my hand wouldn’t move. I gave up.
Touching a dirty, impure hole itself brought a shame that felt like my humanity was crumbling.
The idea of putting something inside a hole I had only ever pushed out was terrifying.
“This training will be even more shameful than you imagine.”
Meow…
“You’ll have to show me your rear hole while I inject the enema liquid, then watch you release it right in front of me without hiding a single thing.”
“Huuu…”
“So I’ll give you one last chance. If you can’t take this, tell me right now. Safe word is hazelnut.”
Master, ever merciful, offered me one final chance.
But I immediately shook my head and showed my resolve to endure the training.
Of course hearing his explanation made fear swell even stronger.
Yet this was different from the moment I had tried alone and given up.
This time I wasn’t doing it myself. Master was doing it for me.
More than that, I was already a bitch who had given up being human.
Receiving human treatment had long since ended the moment I assumed the submissive posture in front of Master.
“Good. Your resolve is impressive.”
Meow…!
“Or are you just a pervert bitch who loves getting enema-ed in front of Master?”
Master checked my will, gave a faint smile, then changed the mood by caressing my vagina.
I trembled lightly as I felt his hand on my soaked, trembling slit—wet with fear and excitement.
“Haaan…♡”
“Look at that. You’re already wetting yourself just hearing I’ll give you an enema.”
“Huuu… hahaaan♡ hik…!”
“You really are a special pervert bitch.”
Meow meow! Hic hic♡
When Master spoke of me as a pervert bitch while caressing me, I barked even louder and moaned lewdly at the same time.
Actually, right now the word “pervert bitch” was not a condemnation—it was praise.
One of the forms Master wanted was a horny pervert bitch.
So the fact that Master was calling me that while looking at me meant he was turning me into the shape he desired.
“Good. Shall we begin?”
Meow…!
“First, stop the submissive posture. Put your hands on the toilet, stick your butt out, and lie down there?”
Meow meow!
I immediately placed both hands on the toilet and thrust my hips back as far as possible.
Fortunately the toilet lid was closed, so I didn’t hesitate to rest my hands on it.
If I had to touch the toilet directly, I would have hesitated and received a harsh punishment from Master.
Thankfully I didn’t, so I was grateful.
Just as I thought that, Master’s rough hand grabbed my buttocks and began to spread them.
Soon I felt something cold touch my rear hole.
“Huuu…!”
“How does it feel?”
Meow, meow meow!
“From now on I’ll allow you to speak. Tell me honestly.”
“T-that… it feels strange…”
“Hmm? It will feel even stranger soon, so get ready.”
“Huuu…”
Even stranger than this…
While I could guess what was coming, I still had no idea, so fear grew stronger. Yet I never once thought of saying the safe word.
If I was going to stop and run now, I never should have started.
“By the way, your rear hole is surprisingly clean. You prepared in advance?”
“Y-yes… Master, I washed it thoroughly before you came back…”
“Really? Then inside?”
“Hic… I… I emptied myself properly before leaving home…”
“Good. So there’s no need to pull anything out forcefully. We can proceed as is.”
Master spoke in a satisfied voice.
Proceed? I couldn’t imagine what would happen at first.
But the moment Master’s finger entered my rear hole, I sensed exactly what was about to occur.
“Haaat…! T-there…”
“Stay still. I have to loosen you a little before inserting the syringe.”
“Huuu… y-yes…”
The feeling of something entering a place it shouldn’t have was truly strange.
How could I even describe it?
My rear hole, which I thought was for defecation, kept trying to push the intrusion out. Yet every time it resisted, Master’s finger sank deeper inside.
As my body slowly relaxed the grip of my sphincter, the feeling of Master’s finger stirring inside gradually weakened.
Was it over…?
When Master’s finger finally withdrew from my rear, I let out a sigh of relief.
I didn’t know this wasn’t the end—it was only the beginning.
“Now I’m going to put the enema liquid inside.”
Yes, yes…!
“Since it’s your first time, I’ll start with 100 milliliters.”
As soon as I heard Master’s words, I felt something hard enter my rear hole, and then the liquid began to push inside.
It was different from Master’s finger—a feeling of filling my inside gently yet completely.
It felt as if the filth I had once pushed out was now being forced back in, and a strong wave of shame rose.
“There. Done.”
“Huu… Master…!”
Do you feel something stuffed inside? You’ll have to get used to it.”
Yes, yes…
“Then shall we release it?”
“R-right here…?”
“Of course.”
I had no choice but to stay lying there helplessly.
Release?
I still hadn’t even peed in front of Master out of shame.
Now I had to show him the enema liquid inside me being released.
“M-Master…!”
“Hmm. It seems allowing you to speak keeps increasing your rebellious spirit.”
“N-no…!”
“Enough. Human speech is now confiscated.”
Hic…!
“Act like a proper bitch, our puppy?”
Meow…
I hesitated for a moment, but the moment I lost human language, I knew if I hesitated again I would lose something more.
I hurriedly followed Master’s command and opened the toilet lid, then sat down.
I had to defecate in front of Master…
It was so shameful I could have died, but as a bitch I had no choice but to obey.
- Srrrrr…
“Haaauuu…”
“Good. Well done.”
After expelling every last drop of the liquid that remained inside me, I lowered my head, cheeks burning with shame.
It had been truly terrifying, yet it was over. Thank goodness.
Whatever came next would be a little less shameful.
I tried to comfort myself with that thought.
“Now, let’s put it back in again.”
Meow…?
“This is supposed to be done several times. Won’t you like it?”
Meow…
“Then stand up and stick your rear out again.”
Hearing that it had to be done several times, my heart shattered completely.
I wanted to give up right there, but as a bitch who had already been made, I had no option left but to obey.
Meow…♡
“Good. Well done. Stick it out further.”
The only choice left for me was to obey Master’s commands as an absolute bitch.