Fantasy Feeder
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Bottom Feeder by Blushing Slut
Mistress Diana has had me in total captivity for about two weeks now.
I’ve lost track of the days. After two sessions with her I begged
her to take me in for as many weeks as she thought necessary to
completely train me into a subservient, begging, shit eating toilet. To
reach the point where I looked forward to our toilet sessions above
everything else.
Of course everything else revolved around being
whipped and beaten and caged and humiliated, whored out to her
mean girlfriends? so, as she fully understood, serving as her toilet
would quickly become the greatest of pleasures for me, something
that I would constantly crave above anything else.
She thought it would take as little as three weeks and as long as two months.
She is an expert in transforming normal beer drinking men into filthy,
disgusting, piss and shit consuming toilet slaves. They lose their
taste for beer and other store bought food eventually, being finally
trained to prefer Her Natural food and Nectars over anything else.
Their training is only complete when they reach the point of sincerely
begging to be fed from Mistress’ ass and pussy.
Of course there are some advantages to reaching that state, namely it being
the only time permitted for cock release from chastity, stimulation and once in
awhile possible release. Mistress Diana's techniques cover all aspects
of physical and psychological domination to mold her toilet slaves into
perfection for Her pleasure and amusement. Constant, and sometimes
vicious physical discipline, Pavlovian training techniques, complete
cock and orgasm control, and constant denigration and humiliation,
are just some of her tools. Mistress Diana has a way of looking at you
that convinces you she knows every dirty, filthy thought in your head.
She knows full well your desire to submit to a Beautiful, powerful,
sensuous woman like Herself. She enjoys taking advantage of all of
the slaves’ weaknesses. She finds them very quickly with her slaves.
She loves to prey upon those weaknesses.
Her beauty is so unique, her body absolute feminine perfection,
beautiful blonde tresses, lips nose eyes of a Goddess, feet that want
to make you grovel on the floor and lick, sinuous curves that you cant
take your eyes off of, and of course those private personal parts that
only us lucky slaves get to worship and adore. I do. But not fully yet.
In the last few weeks Mistress Diana has been masterful in slowly
getting me used to the idea of being her full toilet. She has teased
me to distraction, sometimes spending hours pinning me to the floor
under her ass, making me lick her,pleasure her, sniff her farts and
feminine aromas, and recently forcing me to consume small amounts
of her delicious shit directly from her ass. A first for me, but combined
with the incredible feeling of being released from chastity, feeling
her hands and spit on my cock for the first time in weeks despite
the pain of the pinches and slaps she delivers, the shit eating has
become something that I am beginning to crave.
Yesterday, for the first time since i’ve been in captivity she released my
cock from the cruel chastity device id been locked in. Despite the pinches
and slaps and lashes that she delivered to it, she did allow it to cum, in the end.
But it was accompanied by the first taste of her delicious shit in my
mouth. I say delicious. I mean delicious. This is what I am slowly being
brought to.
Today as my Goddess walks in I feel there is something different in
her demeanor. Of course I am always struck by her beauty. Always
natural, no acoutrements necessary, just her sizzling sexy self. But
today she is dressed in outdoor attire. She has clothing for me – all
feminine, from the stockings and panties to the tube skirt and stiletto
heels, she sits and watches me get dressed. She tells me shes taking
me on a picnic to Central Park in Manhattan. She says she doesn’t
mind telling me that its not your ordinary kind of picnic. The ‘sweets’
ill be eating will not be what you would normally associate with picnic
fare. We are going to the ‘Tranny’ section of the park where Mistress
has arranged for some of her friends to be there. She tells me that I
will avail myself in every way to her friends. I must work hard to make
her proud of me.
She takes me to a secluded part of the park where we meet up with
four very raunchy tranny sluts. Ms. Diana puts handcuffs on me and
makes me kneel down in the dirt. She makes me pay homage to her
pretty feet first. Then she slowly raises my skirt up to my waist and
pulls my panties down to my knees. Her friends comment on what a
pretty little slut I am, with such a nice tight little ass and good lips for
cocksucking. For the next few hours Diana allows me to be raped over
and over. I am forced to suck all there cocks after they’ve been up my
ass. Mistress keeps up my performance level by whipping me with a
willow switch whenever my knees start to buckle, or my cocksucking
duties are not up to scratch.
When I am on my last fucking, Mistress Diana holds my head to her breast
and consoles me. Its been a hard two hours – I have cum constantly oozing
out of my asshole, dribbling down my thighs and soaking into the tops of my
stockings – my face has a slick veneer of ooze all over it – my lipstick is
smeared all over my face from so much cocksucking. Mistress whispers to me
that I have a choice now. She has several different types of slaves and I can
choose whether I wish to be a fuck whore or I can choose to be her
Full toilet forever. I must prove my worth right here right now by
taking a full load of her shit and piss in my mouth without spilling a
single drop or piece. If I fail, then its tranny cock sucking duties for the
rest of my slave life. No more toilet service just cock service. She
makes me beg for it – she straddles my face and hesitates for awhile,
saying shes not sure whether she shouldn’t keep me as her tranny
whore instead of her toilet, that I performed so well today that maybe
she’s found my true vocation. Such good cock sucking abilities and a
nice tight little asshole, shouldn’t go to waste. All her friends were
getting such pleasure fucking my tight little hole. I am begging, with
tears streaming down my face, for her not to subject me to this ever
again. ?So you’ve made your choice then. You must work very hard
every day to serve as my toilet and sex slave. If you ever fail in those
duties, then this is what I will subject you to every fucking day! Now
open wide,bottom feeder, and take your gifts from me.? She squats
over me and immediately lets loose a huge load of shit directly into my
mouth. " Chew and swallow slut, " she tells me. Then another load and
another and another – I can barely keep up but all the trannies are
cheering me on, laughing and taunting me. Luckily I don’t miss a
single piece of her shit. She is visibly pleased. As a final humiliation
and reminder of how things will go for me if I do not become a perfect
toilet she has all the trannies stand around me in a circle and they all
start pissing all over my face to wash off the days activities. Mistress
sends me into the bushes to clean up and make myself presentable so
she can take me back through the park without causing too much of a
scene.
I am completely humiliated and broken. But very relieved that I have
proven my worth as a toilet vs. a fuck whore!
On the way back to Queens, Mistress Diana begins to describe some
of the other aspects of my toilet slavery. She tells me that soon there
will be no more store bought food for me. That I will have to get all my
sustenance from shit and piss. Nutrients are somewhat diluted in shit,
so therefore I will have to endure many feedings per day. Mistress will
be having three or four of her girlfriends, who live close by, assist her
in keeping me healthy and well fed. She figures about 12 feedings per
day should be enough to keep up my strength. But I wont always be
in the toilet. She and her friends have concocted several recipes over
the years. Things like: Fecal Fetuccini, Bangers and Mush, Shit Lentil
Soup, Turd In The Hole. I will rarely ever meet her friends. I am only
to give real toilet service to my Goddess. The ladies will simply be
keeping the freezer full of their tasty dishes so that I never run out of
food.
Today, though, you tell me your going to prepare a special treat
for me for being such an obedient fuck hole for your tranny friends.
You wonder if you should still whore me out from time to time as a
reminder for what the alternative to being your perfect toilet might be.
Besides I looked so pretty today, and obviously turned your friends on
so much , that it would be a shame to not encourage my submission in
this way.
Back at the dungeon you tell me to shower while you make me
some lunch. What disgusting concoctions will I be subjected to next?
Bottom Feeder part 2 by Blushing Slut
As I took my long shower, I had lots of time to think about how things had evolved so quickly with You. It seemed like only yesterday that I had begged You to train me as Your adoring toilet slut. And today I had been fully baptized by You. Your training of me has been masterful. I now only crave those moments out of chastity, when I am allowed to service You, in the most intimate of ways. I know how You love to have me feed from You directly, and I so love to please all of Your wicked whims.
You instructed me to apply my make-up and fix my hair after the shower, and that You would have one of Your slaves lay out some new clothing for me to wear for You. I was in a reverie. I was finally truly owned by a beautiful Goddess! I dried myself off and went to the vanity. You had chosen some very sexy garments for me. Real silk stockings, a sexy, sheer, maid style satin top, with matching stiletto heels. And no panties as usual. You always prefer to see me fully exposed.
As I was putting the final touches on my makeup, and was feeling quite pretty, I heard Your heels clicking down the hallway. You walked into the bathroom, without knocking, of course. I was shocked to see a man with You. He was very well dressed, and I assumed he was probably an important client of Yours. I dropped my eyes to the floor. I felt his eyes all over me.
"Well, here she is, Brad. I told you she was a little dish. And well trained in cock service, let me tell you. She's the top of my pick in the stable, right now. Just recently been turned into a full, lifetime, personal toilet of mine. Just to give you an idea of how obedient she's become." Mistress snapped Her fingers twice. I knew the signal. I immediately dropped to my knees and crawled over to Her ass and started licking her beautiful asshole.
"Open your mouth wide, slave. Show my friend just how obedient I've made you."
I went all gooshy as I obediently opened my mouth to Your wicked desires. I felt my cock pulsing.
"Stick your tongue right up my anus, my little toilet whore. I'm going to slowly tease you with my shit, and I want you to let it slowly slide down your throat, until you are truly deep-throating me. Understood?"
"Yes Ma'am" I gasped, as She pushed Her ass right over my mouth.
"Get your tongue as far up my anus as you can, while I push my offerings out to you."
My tongue was getting so good at snaking up Your asshole. Weeks of training had made it quite agile and strong. But I had never had You deliver your shit directly onto my tongue before. This would be a first. And also with a different twist, because as I was tonguing You, I felt your friends hands caressing my ass. He stuck two fingers up inside me, and I obediently began to thrash my little hips and ass in response! I caught a glance of him ripping his fly open and pulling out his cock. He seemed quite pumped!
I wiggled my ass in response, just like You'd taught me. I could see it was working. I pushed my ass high up in the air, reached around and pulled my cheeks apart. My stocking clad feet were wriggling in mid air. I knew I was the picture of submission. But I wasn't fully prepared for the onslaught from Your friend. He pushed my hands away and spread my cheeks for himself. I felt his cock head up against me for a few moments, until he painfully, fully, thrust himself inside me. My breath was taken away!
I caught another glance - he was really having an enjoyable time with my ass, thrusting fully, deeply, in and out of my little cunt. Then, I saw Your look. You were proud of me, I could tell. It only made me buck my hips more wildly, to pleasure him. But, of course, ultimately, to pleasure You! He grabbed me by my waist and proceeded to pound my little slave slut hole to oblivion! But, of course, this was not all. The whole time, I had my lips wrapped around Your anus. You had truly turned me into a multi tasking slave, just like a female. I was becoming more able to please and serve under a variety of venues. Tonight I would be Your cock whore, again, as well as Your full toilet!
"Get your tongue deeper up inside my shitter, slave. I'm going to slowly push out your dinner, while my friend here has his way with you. Hold your tongue there."
Mistress pulled me into Her, with her hand behind my head. The pounding continued. I was already so sore from the trannies that had raped me that afternoon. I was drifting into a state of absolute submission. The pain was dulled by the wonderful expression of pride on Your face. This client would be paying very well, I could tell.
"Hold your tongue there, now wriggle it. Coax out your dinner, c'mon, wiggle wiggle, that's right, here it comes... and keep wiggling that ass, of course."
I guess You'd made it easy for me. Only 2 things to focus on: pleasing Your asshole, and pleasing your client with my asshole. But I was struggling to do my best. I had to really focus on the tasks at hand. My tongue was aching from being so deep inside You and I was now getting the sweet taste of Your shit as You very slowly were sliding it out onto my tongue. I made myself keep my tongue stiff and compliant. Your delicious log was beginning to slide across it.
"Lift open your mouth now, slut. Create a passage for it. That's right, open wide and deep throat me!"
You push Your first log out, so that it is completely draped across my tongue, and is filling my throat, right to the back of it. I have no choice but to breathe You in thru my nose. I am, as it happens, in absolute heaven! Though my ass is in such pain from the fucking that your friend is giving me, I am truly starting to love my place with You. No one has ever ruled me as completely as You do. And used me so fully! And intimately. As I suck on Your log, I truly imagine that I am a deep throating little cock whore for You, as I struggle not to gag on Your delicious shit. This is what i've become. You have molded me to this moment, to perform so devotedly for You and Your clients and friends.
I begin to choke on the log of shit that is now completely draped over my tongue, and extending all the way down my throat!
"Focus, slut! No choking! Control yourself. You know what'll happen if You puke it up!"
You pull my face in closer with Your hand, and hold me there. Your shit is smeared all over my face. I can't breathe, temporarily, while You hold me tight up against Your cheeks! I feel Your sphincter opening wide, as You push out a huge amount of Your chocolate into my mouth, accompanied by several, rather muted, farts. For some reason it makes my asshole relax more for Your client, who is starting to fuck me with abandon. I can tell he will be coming soon. Im starting to learn these things. I am truly becoming an excellent cock-whore for You, I feel. I wriggle my ass seductively, like You've trained me, and reach around and fondle his balls to completion. You pull my face away from Your ass.
"Now, Brad. I want You to pull out and get Your cock in this slaves mouth. She will finish you off there. Don't worry about the shit. She'll give you a thorough cleansing afterwards. And, if you don't mind, she needs a good face full of cum to remind her of her place. I'll take over with my hand at that point."
He grunts his acknowledgement. He slaps me on my ass as he pulls out. Mistress grabs me by my hair and spins me around so that his engorged member is right in my face!
"Let's take our time with this, Brad. Put my little whore to work on You. Her cocksucking skills are quite excellent. Here, let me guide you in."
Mistress Diana takes his cock and slaps me in the face with it several times!
"This is your world now, my little slut. Not just toilet service, but being whored out for the delicious little slut that you've become, as well! You have proved your skills admirably as my cock whore, and I intend to use them to my advantage! Think of all the money your going to bring in for me, you will be a prized pet in my stable! Now get those lips and tongue working. Perform for me!" She barked!
I immediately obey. I put forth my best cock pleasuring techniques that I have learned from You. Nibbling, licking, sucking, the way You like to see me. I no longer gag anymore. I don't care if I don't like being fucked by cocks and then having to suck them clean, after. I don't care that I wont only be Your personal servant and toilet. I can see how much my performance pleases You, and can imagine how much money I can make for You. And being the true submissive slut that I am, giving You pleasure is truly my biggest turn-on.
I am working hard on him now. I am caressing his cock and balls with my hands. You have moved back, and are now whipping my ass and thighs viciously with one of Your canes, in time with my sucking strokes on his cock. I am getting worked up into quite a frenzy. Pleasuring The Cock is the main thing on my mind. His eyes start to roll back. He is lunging furiously now into my mouth. His hands hold me in place at the back of my head. He is smacking my face furiously with his balls! And then he starts to cum, spurts of hot semen blast down my throat! He pulls out midway through, and finishes himself off, all over my face! An incredible amount of cum, this guy had stored up! My face is covered. I am so humiliated! But also happy that i've pleased You. That is more important to me than anything.
"You are a finely trained little slut, do you know that? I haven't cum so fully in a long time! Congratulations Diana. You've trained her well! I will definitely be coming back for this one. Do you ever rent them out for a full weekend? I have 2 or 3 friends that would love to spend some time with this little whore. She's quite pretty, and very seductive, isn't she?"
"Yes she is that, indeed. I saw her potential quite early on. That's why i've kept her. And as long as she continues to improve, I will keep her longer. Or i will castrate him. I mean her. Isn't that right, my little cunt?" Mistress glared at me.
"Yes Mistress, I will always work very hard to improve my skills, and give You reason to keep me. I promise!"
"Such a sweetheart, isn't she?" Mistress smiled as She spoke.
"A cutie, indeed!" Brad agreed
"Now, you thank brad for letting you work on his cock." She said to me.
"Yes, thank you Brad, for giving me the opportunity to service you and improve my skills for my Mistress. I hope you come back soon, for more of me."
I couldn't believe I was saying this. I hate sucking cocks and being fucked hard by them. But it doesn't matter anymore. Its always going to be only Your pleasure that matters, from now on. I am so fully Yours!
"Now, my pretty little asscunt, get over here and clean all the shit off my ass. Thoroughly! Then you will tend to Brad. A complete cleansing, please! When you are finished, you will go clean yourself up, and wait for me in your cage! The night is still Young!"
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Training a toilet slave is in fact extremely difficult. It takes months and sometimes years to perfect for several reasons: 1st and most obvious is taste and smell. It may take practice for your slave to adequately deal with the taste and smell of human excrement without gagging or throwing up. Your colon can serve your slave much more than his mouth can comfortably hold. In order for things to remain sanitary, you’re slave will need to be able to swallow faster than it comes out of you. This...
Hi everyone, this is a long fantasy story I want to share with you guys. Though it is long, I’m sure it will give u the pleasure of having watched a movie. I’m 25 year old guy Kumar, who is working in a mediocre super market near poonamallee close to Chennai. The name of the store is A to Z stores which lived up to its name selling all the daily need items. There are several medical, dental and engineering colleges near poonamalle and our store was close to one all in one educational...
DO NOT READ THIS STORY unless you are going to be turned on by the most foul, vile, disgustingly crude and filthy treatment of a female. YOU ARE WARNED that this story is so twisted, and repulsively filthy, that it could well make you be sick. I WARN YOU AGAIN that this sort of thing is to the taste of a very few only. DO NOT READ THIS STORY and give it a negative vote because you are so disgusted and sickened by it, you were warned not to continue. I must tell you, in defence of myself...
Introduction: Warning: Disgusting filth – only for the very few who like this sort of thing I wrote this continuation of Part 1, quite a while ago. I was so embarrassed about it that Ive only sent it privately to a few appreciative readers. Ive now decided however, that writing stories is pointless unless they are to be read, so I take a deep breath and send this off for publication with the following warnings: DO NOT READ THIS STORY unless you are going to be turned on by the most foul, vile,...
On arriving home after her first visit to the men’s toilet, Colette had spent over an hour under the shower, washing every inch of her body over and over again. She lathered and washed her hair several times and performed every necessary action to make sure that she was cleaned up. She douched herself several times and rinsed her mouth, and gargled with an antiseptic solution. Coletten with all of Colette’s scrupulous cleansing, Chuck still had reservations fucking her after what...
The Human Toilet ProjectIt all began with a casual visit to the Misc. part of Craigslist's job openings. I didn't necessarily need a job because I had begun to receive Social Security just a few months ago, but you are allowed to have a little part time work. The listing was as follows.The University of California Berkeley Psychology Dept in coordination with UC Medical School Dept of Internal Medicine need a male volunteer for their human toilet project. We prefer someone who has never been a...
It all started innocently enough; it had been a very warm day, so after dinner, we went for a walk along the beach.It was a beautiful night, balmy and not a breath of a breeze, and so we ambled along for quite a distance before turning to go back home. Some way along, my wife Margie decided that she needed the toilet, and so, knowing that there were change rooms and toilets spaced at intervals all along the beach road, we made our way over the dunes and found a toilet block.Everything was quiet...
About two years ago, I had answered an ad from a woman in a BDSM newsgroup seeking a toilet slave. I was a virgin, as toilet slaves go. Like that first time I had been a toilet slave, I was scared to death, but now I came all this way. This time, I had arrived by air the previous day. I wanted to be rested and fresh when he started my service. That’s why i arrived on Friday and stayed in a hotel that night. After being susma’s toilet two years ago, she had given me her business card as she...
Come Monday, I rode with the moving truck to the girls' house that afternoon. All except Erica were at work, so she and I waited until the movers had stowed my boxes in the storage room in the basement. Erica and I then went up to the master bathroom. "Take off your clothes and slide in there," she said pointing to the bench jutting from the hole in the wall in the toilet alcove. I wondered what was in the toolbox on the floor. I hesitated for a split second about getting naked in front...
Without TV or computers Jon and his sister Sarah spent much of their free time with their mother, weather reading books, or sitting by the pool as a family, they were close. By the pool, the closest Jon ever got to seeing a female body was by stealing quick glances at his sister and his mother. Once, Jennifer had jumped into the pool and the top of her swimsuit was slipped below her breast. The sight of his mom's disc like areola which was dark and almost maroon with raised bumps...
I knocked on the door--once, as instructed. After 40 or so seconds it slowly opened, a woman in her late 40's stood there--black patent leather boots with six inch heels. She was otherwise naked; solidly built she was with deep blues eyes, long blond hair, firm, pillar-like legs, wide hips and full, large breasts that sagged only because they were so huge and round. Erect, long, nipples surrounded by small bumps spread throughout her huge breasts' aureole. Her arms, toned and muscular, as were...
Laurie was in a funk. She had been in the scene for the past ten years. Then, all of a sudden, her Master said that he wanted a vanilla relationship two days ago, and set her free.So now she had left their Chelsea loft and was walking down 6th avenue with no particular destination in mind. Perhaps say a prayer at Ground Zero, then take a train out to Jersey and rent a room.She passed Edge Play, her Master's favorite club, though he had never taken her to it. She stopped in front of the double...
***** Chapter 6 I couldn't think straight. The dildo in my ass was stretching me out. My ass burned from its size, holding me open and filling me. But, what was worse than the dildo was my sister's shit. It had taken over my senses. It's all I could smell, taste, feel, and think about. I spent the next 10 minutes trying to hold the turd down. If I threw it up, I would have to swallow it down again—or otherwise drown. As much as drowning had its appeal, a small part of me liked what was...
A miserable morning. As the train arrived the heavens opened and I was forced to take the closest carriage and share with another passenger instead of finding an empty one so that I could indulge my wont for a morning orgasm alone. The forty five minute journey to school seemed interminable and my fellow traveller did not disembark until the penultimate station and with just a minute or two until my stop, a quick jerk off seemed pointless. Never mind, there would be ample opportunity during the...
BisexualA miserable morning. As the train arrived the heavens opened and I was forced to take the closest carriage and share with another passenger instead of finding an empty one so that I could indulge my wont for a morning orgasm alone. The forty five minute journey to school seemed interminable and my fellow traveller did not disembark until the penultimate station and with just a minute or two until my stop, a quick jerk off seemed pointless. Never mind, there would be ample opportunity during the...
BisexualThis story follows on from the others; this happened the weekend after Daddy had the homeless man around to visit me.My mother agreed to have the k**s for the weekend so Nina and I decided we would go out for a few drinks with our friends as we hadn’t been out together in such a long time.Due to Daddies influence Nina was always dressing slutty now when going out the house, tonight was no different, she had on a short skirt and a very low cut tight top, her cleavage on show, I was wearing jeans...
After he left it got slow, so I decided to give the place another look. Sure enough, it was just like my man had said. You go to the desk and give the guy behind the counter 6 bucks & tell him it's for the theater. He hits a button that unlocks the door, which you go through and find yourself in the darkened theater. I went in. It was around 11:00 pm. There were only a couple of older guys jerking off in solitude as they watched the movie on the screen. There are about a hundred seats....
Copyright© 2004 Hungry Guy Advantages Healthy: Using a toilet slave is no riskier than receiving oral sex from someone. If he's your permanent toilet slave, YOU are the ONLY one he has contact with. There is ZERO risk to you! You are safer than being in a relationship with someone who could cheat on you without you knowing. Clean: Your toilet slave is self-emptying and self-cleaning. Never again get on your hands and knees to clean that nasty toilet bowl. Convenient: Unlike...
I liked Samantha, my boss at Unique Stress Management Market. I had only been working for a couple of weeks, and she told me that my working here would definitely prove to be a unique experience for me. The dress code was lax and I loved the very short skirts she would wear, especially when I discovered that she preferred not to wear underwear. “I enjoy feeling the breeze against my pussy!” she explained. I was encouraged to wear very short shorts without underwear, so that our...
Mom's ToiletChanges started to happen to me when I turned thirteen. Not just in my own body but the world around me; not least of which was my mom.I remember the day vividly because nothing was ever the same after that day. I still don't know if she had planned it or if it was just something that came out of the moment; all I know is, I wasn't the same after that.My mom, Gwen, used to be very nice and playful with me while I was growing up. Our favorite game was hide and seek; she'd let me win...
When I was 13, my parents went down to St. Ives for the August bank holiday weekend to stay with my aunt and uncle. I was going to stay at home but since my girlfriend at that time was away doing her geography fieldwork, I thought it might be worth taking a look at St. Ives and maybe try a bit of surfing with my cousin, Rob.As it happened, Rob was away that weekend - I think he'd had to go up to University to sort out a house with his mates or something - so I was piss bored. The weather was...
I remember a guy I once went on a date with embarrassingly telling me that he would masturbate daily, as if this was something out of the ordinary and that he had an unusually enormous sex drive. He then asked me if I ever masturbated. He nearly had a heart attack when I told him that I did, most times more than once a day. I don't know why guys think women are prudes with no sexual appetite. I don't think I am some sort of nymphomaniac, but I do find that I need the release to help me go to...
VoyeurForeword: This is a work of fiction. None of the people in this story are real. None of these events ever happened. This story is nothing more than words that came from my imagination. Any similarity to any real people, places, or events is purely coincidental. This story is a sequel to OH SHIT. OH SHIT is a sequel to TOILET SLAVE 2. TOILET SLAVE 2 is a sequel to TOILET SLAVE. This story is also a sequel to OH POO-POO, even though OH POO-POO is not a sequel to any other story. Operators of...
hated school more than me but instead of feeling frustration i felt nervous seeing my friend Amy again we havent seen eachother since we tried having sex at my house i knew for a fact she was more nervous than i am considering her romance for me must of greatly increased since we had that day together and the scary part is that we are in the same english class at school and english was first up. I went to english class like normal and sat in my normal seat i arrived before Amy i...
Chapter 8 I have only been a toilet for a few hours, but time moves slower when you have shit in your mouth. Ms. Stone's diarrhea was brutal. I felt shell-shocked, and was convinced the shit inside me was eating away at my brain. It's as if I'm turning into a real toilet, losing my humanity one shit at a time. I had no dignity left. I entered this club with the hope of seeing my ex-girlfriend Lauren. But the reality is inescapable, the only human connection I can expect is having my lips...
I warn people: DO NOT READ THIS UNLESS YOU LIKE VILE FILTH. I would never have thought to write anything like this, indeed having written it, I feel so embarrassed at having come up with anything so revoltingly disgusting. However, a number of people have suggested this theme which, I should imagine, is for a very small niche of men who enjoy the idea of treating women so appallingly. I hope that those who will be sickened by the theme, stop reading when they see the way the story is heading,...
I would never have thought to write anything like this, indeed having written it, I feel so embarrassed at having come up with anything so revoltingly disgusting. However, a number of people have suggested this theme which, I should imagine, is for a very small niche of men who enjoy the idea of treating women so appallingly. I hope that those who will be sickened by the theme, stop reading when they see the way the story is heading, and dont continue to the end and then give my tale a negative...
Introduction: Warning: Didgusting filth – only for the very few who like this sort of thing I actually wrote and published this first part some time ago. At the time I was urged by a number of people, to write a sequel, I did and shared it privately as the sequel was so disgustingly vile and filthy. Ive now, with some prompting, decided to publish the entire story in two parts. I warn people: DO NOT READ THIS UNLESS YOU LIKE VILE FILTH. I would never have thought to write anything like this,...
The Toilet It was nice sunny Saturday morning and my wife and son and I were going to the annual picnic at the company that my wife was working for. We were all looking forward to the outing and seeing some friends there. The ride to the picnic was close to thirty miles and when we were almost there my wife Cheryl asked me to stop at a park just off the road so that she could relieve herself. I parked the car facing the small lake and was enjoying the view when I wondered how she came to find...
Colette had no doubt that her husband Jacinto, loved her very dearly. She nevertheless knew that, in spite of his love, he liked to see her being abused and degraded. This being the case, she was understanding when her husband told her that he had arranged for her to be abused by two men that he’d met up with – something that they had done on previous occasions, but as Colette was to soon find out, never anything like what was about to take place. . The meeting was set up for that...
I was walking home from work through the park late one afternoon feeling extremely horny having not masturbated for about three days because my parents were staying with us and in between working and showing them around town I had no time to myself. I took the long way home so I could stop by the public toilets in the park to read the things written on the walls while stroking a quick load off, as I sometimes do.Nobody knows it ,but I love cock, especially the anonymous, no-strings-attached...