In my dungeon, perfection is the rule. After a session, Klelia helps with the cleanup while I handle my gear. When I find a used condom, a testament to Klelia's negligence, a storm of fury erupts within me. I chase her to the bathroom to make her swallow her mistake, a pure act of humiliation. Then, relentlessly, I engulf her in the toilet, the flush serving as a purification. Submission intensifies with the strap-on, mocking her tiny caged manhood. To conclude, I mark my territory by urinating on the cage, an ultimate lesson in power, before subjecting her to a freezing shower. Every action of mine is an unambiguous assertion of my domination, a demonstration of my undeniable power.