Laundry Day
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Laundry Day by Blushing slut
I had been in 24 hour captivity for quite some time now. Ever since I had been initiated as Your full toilet slave, You had been devising many different ways of subjecting me to the humiliations of that act. You had parties, where Your girlfriends, sometimes 10 or more, had been enlisted to subject me to hours and hours of nothing but shit eating and piss drinking. These sessions were accompanied by vicious floggings, after which You would all piss into the open welts, to increase the pain.
On other occasions, You had subjected me to long drawn out sessions, where You would push out a hard log and command me to lick and suck it, like an all day sucker. I was not allowed to break any pieces off, upon threat of another vicious beating. I had to lick and suck the log until it was all dissolved, and then You would push out another few inches, and make me start all over again. This was where I really got to taste You the most. One can imagine how long it would take to dissolve a log of shit in this manner. You would make me suck it like a cock, lips wrapped full around it, while using my tongue to dissolve the crowning tip.
Being forced to eat Your caviar while under the toilet throne was one thing. It would only last a short time, and then it was over. But this other technique of the 'all day sucker', would prolong my exposure to the smell and taste of Your shit, for hours at a time.
Of course, it was always only with a log in my mouth,that You would release me from chastity. Once in a long while, You would milk me to either a full,or ruined orgasm. You knew that this would make me crave the flavour and aroma of Your shit, even more.
Today, though, You had a new plan in mind. You had ordered me to the dungeon for our morning 'feeding' session. Usually it was in the toilet room. But not today. I waited on my knees, on the cold stone floor.
Eventually, I heard the sound of your heels, clicking down the stairs. I lowered my gaze. "Good morning my little toilet servant. I have a special surprise planned for you. Today is Monday, laundry day. Something to look forward to from now on. Every Monday, from now on, you are going to launder the dirtiest of my undergarments, before they foul up the wash water. And I'm going to teach you everything you need to know about that."
You walked around in front of me, slipped off Your shoes, and knelt down in front of me. You tucked Your feet under Your ass. "Get your face down here, slave. Tend to My stockings. Suck the toe sweat out of them."
I got my face down to Your feet and proceeded to lick and suck Your stocking clad toes. The scent of Your unwashed feet engulfed me. You farted several times, right in my face, and I sniffed them in deeply, as You had taught me. "Now, you get your tongue right up my hole, and lubricate it. I'm going to push out your morning meal, right onto the soles of my feet. You just wait for it."
I pointed my tongue and got lots of spit on it and drove it up Your hole as deep as it would go. I started thrusting it in and out, trying to get as much saliva up Your anus, as I could. I could feel and taste the tip of Your first log. It was moving closer toward me.
"Lots of saliva, slut! Make a nice slurry with your spit and my shit! Nice and slippery! Help me ease out that first log."
You reached around and pushed my face in between Your cheeks and held me there. I could barely breathe. I knew what You wanted. I drove my tongue as far up Your hole as I could, and wrapped my lips tightly around your anus. Your sphincter clamped around my tongue, until You were ready to release Your load. You teased me by giving me only a few inches of Your shit, just enough to coat my tongue. Then You pushed me away.
"Now get back to sucking my toes, slut!"
I quickly swallowed the small turd You had deposited into my mouth, and tended to Your feet, lovingly sucking out the days sweat from Your stockings. I always loved the sight of Your asshole as it opened for shitting. I watched as it gaped, and the next long log came snaking out and coiling up on the soles of Your feet. You leaned forward and raised one foot up in the air, and commanded me to kiss the pile of shit laying on it. As I did, You pushed Your foot right up against my mouth, holding it there, smearing it on my face, forcing me to consume everything on it.
"Eat it, bitch! That's right, hungry boy. There's lots for you today! You chew that nice and slow. That's right, take your time... Now swallow."
I was completely degraded. My face was covered in Your shit. It was up my nostrils, and in my eyes. The smell was starting to give me dry heaves. I chewed and swallowed the last bits, and begged for more, like I knew I was supposed to. I felt like such a filthy little whore!
" Eat what's on the other foot!" You ordered. " Lick and kiss the pile, first!"
I brought my tongue to your pile of shit. It looked like a swirl of chocolate cream. I pretended it was, and started lapping at it with my tongue, licking and kissing it.
"Now, finish your meal!"
You pushed my face into it, with you're other foot behind my head. I chowed down on the remainder. I tried not to gag. You didn't like gagging, i'd found out before! And puking was also not tolerated. The punishment for that, was to have to lap up the whole mess! Which a few times has made me puke again! Only to have to lick it up, once more!
"That's good, my little toilet boy! Now swallow everything and lay on your back. That face of yours needs a wash, before your laundry duties!"
You bring over a glass jug, filled previously with your piss, from the day before. You place one foot on my forehead, to hold me in place.
"Close your eyes and open your mouth. I'm going to give you a good rinsing." You pour the entire jug of yesterdays cold, stale pee, all over my face and into my mouth. You rub your stockinged foot all over, to clean me up! "Gargle for me slut. I want that little drain hole cleared open!"
I wondered what you meant by that? Drain hole? Laundry day?... I was beginning to get an idea as to what You had planned for me...
"Alright slave, remove my stockings for me." I peeled them off carefully. They were laden in Your shit and pee. And Your toes and soles were encrusted as well. "Now get over to the whipping bench, and lie on your back."
Once on it, You fastened my wrists, ankles, waist and neck, tightly to the loops, with rubber straps. I noticed there was a rubber sheet on the floor, under the bench, and also one draped over it. Things were becoming very clear! My mouth was about to be used as a washing machine, to launder Your filthy stockings, and god knows what else! You brought out a wire mouth spreader device, forced open my mouth and installed it there. My jaw sprung wide open! You chuckled. And then You raised Your most vicious cane to my eyes. The four foot Rattan, with the little lead ball on the end! The one that drew blood from the first stroke. I knew it was to make me completely compliant to the degrading acts You were about to put me through. It's the only time You ever used it.
The most demanding points of my training are always accompanied by the threat of its vicious bite! But there is always the tenderizing session in the beginning! You brought the end of the cane to my lips. "Kiss it, and beg for its merciless strokes. You know they always make you perform better, don't you?"
"Yes, my Goddess. Please drive me to always perform better for You. I love how You handle me. I so appreciate the time You spend on me to make me better for You. Please, whip me hard, with many, many strokes, Mistress!" I begged.
You raised the vicious implement up high. The first stroke came down, fast and hard, swiping through the air! Hot searing pain cut into my flesh. You had chosen my thigh! You focused on both thighs for awhile, and then my stomach, and then my nipples! I was screaming in agony! But I was more absorbed with the incredible wild look in Your eyes, and how Your cheeks flushed, as You were delivering the blows! There must have been at least 50 strokes delivered! Painful welts and a few cuts had formed. I was completely subdued and submissive to You! I tried to collect myself, as best as possible, for the next round.
"Now my slave, I will tell you about your laundry duties. I have several filthy items that need laundering, including the stockings that we were just playing with. Your mouth is going to be the washbasin. But you don't get to use water, you get to use my pee as the wash water! And whatever else I decide to add in. I'm going to pull out my tampon, out of my bleeding cunt, and we're going to use it as a drain plug. In the back of your throat!"
You got onto the bench, and positioned Your pussy right over my mouth, with Your tampon string tickling my lips. You reached around and pulled the bloody tampon out, and it fell just under my nose. You stuffed it firmly down the back of my throat, plugging it up completely. I could only breathe through my nose, now. You left the string dangling over my lips.
"Now my little slut, we're going to start the wash cycle - we'll do a pre-wash first, just to get rid of the biggest bits. Starting with those stockings that i just soiled with my shit! Now, open wide! Oh, forgot, you're already open wide, aren't you, haha! Observe and learn!"
You squat directly over my mouth and let loose a slow dribble of Your pee into it. As it fills up to the brim, You move back slightly and spray the rest of my face with a sudden blast of hot piss! Then You raise up, and turn round to face me. You place one foot on each side of my head, to keep me from turning away from my duties. You sit down on my chest, on top of the nipple clamps that i normally always wear (part of my nipple and breast sensitization program), and the pain triples!
You reach over and grab one of the stockings that You had just shit on and smeared into my face. "Here we go now, my slave. Item number one. Lets wash out the dirtiest bits first." You said in a sing-song voice.
You dip the foot of your stocking into my mouthful of piss. You work it around in my little washbasin with Your rubber clad fingers. You use my nose as a scrubbing board! Over and over, back in the pee, then back to the nose!
"Hmm, that wash water is getting pretty foul, isn't it? Time for a drain and a refill!"
You pull on the string of Your tampon and unplug my throat. You pinch my nostrils shut, and simply smile at me. I know i wont be able to breathe until i swallow everything. I succumb to the foul mixture. It plunges down my throat, lumps and all! I resist choking, and gulp in a breath of air. You take Your tampon plug and stuff it down my throat again. You continue to pinch my nostrils. You look deep into my eyes as i slowly start to lose my breath. You always like to remind me just how much power over me You have. Breath play is one of Your favorites. I start squirming, and losing control. I need air, but i succumb, because i trust that You always know better than me, how long i can last.
Just before You release me, You shift Your asshole right over my nose, and at the moment of release, You let loose a long slow fart, right up my nostrils. I am engulfed by You, and have to take several deep breaths of the oxygen starved/methane rich mixture, before i begin to return to normal! You shift slightly, and i feel the first warm trickle of Your piss in my mouth. You let loose with several long hot blasts until my mouth is overflowing all down the sides of my face and in my ears!
"There we go, all ready for the main washing. And we shall use a good amount of spit for fabric softening too, I think!"
You spit several times in my mouth and swirl it around, before You place the stocking back in for the second cycle. This cycle involves You using the butt end of a rubber dildo as a plunger, amidst numerous scrubbings on my nose! You laugh gleefully as You squeeze out the residue all over my face and eyes, several times! And of course You just keep filling up Your basin with more fresh pee. My mouth is getting sore from the wire spreader. My nose is raw from being used as a washboard, over and over!
After several turns on cycle two, You hold the stocking up, spread by Your fingers. "Now that looks much better! Lets pull out your little drain plug and you can swallow that final mix. Then we'll rinse for awhile."
I gulped down the second load as You pinched my nostrils shut again. You re-plugged my throat with Your bloody tampon, and squated over my face, and filled me back up with pee again. More rubber dildo plunging and nose scrubbings, constant squeeze outs on my face, and several more basin refills, and finally You declared Your stocking fully laundered! You repeated the three cycles with the second shit impregnated stocking. I was already becoming exhausted, and looked like Rudolph, with my nose so bright, and red!
"Dear me that little washboard nose of yours is almost at the point of shedding blood! I think we better move to something else. Like your little clit stick!! Now my little laundry bitch, i have some stockings for you to dye, to add to your wardrobe. Both pairs white. The first pair i got a lover to soak them with his cum! The second pair are drenched from a girl slave of mine. I foot fucked her for hours, and the stockings are drenched in Her nectar! Not only will you clean them first, but then we're going to do a little dye job on them. Pink, then brown, are the themes. I'm sure You can imagine how we will attain those colours!"
You put me to work on the first pair. You were using the saved up, cold piss, in the pitcher now. Your bladder, though one of the biggest in the business, was empty. The first pair, the ones drenched in Your lovers cum, were the ones You had decided to dye red. You had made me save several of Your bloody tampons, over the last couple of days. I had wondered why. Now i knew. After You had filled my mouth with Your cold pee, You took three of the dried tampons and dipped them into my mouth. You let them sit for awhile as they slowly began to absorb the cold piss.
You occupy yourself with my nipples and balls, while they soak. You attach vicious nipple clamps to both, with chains linking between the four points. You then loop them all to the hook, attached to the pulley, over the bench. As you slowly pull on the chains, my squeals are muffled by my mouthful of pee and tampons!
My balls and nipples are in agony! You position your feet on each side of my head to steady it, so as not to spill any of the dye mix. I am starting to thrash around in pain. You take the short riding crop, hanging from your belt, and deliver several lashes to both nipples and testicles, threatening to continue, if i don't stop my thrashing! I stiffen myself, the best i can. You check to see that the tampons are softened. You comment on the pretty orange color that your blood and piss have created!
You remove one of them and squeeze it out onto my face. You take the remaining two cords, stuff them up my one nostril, and plug them in with the soaked tampon, twisting and shoving it painfully up my nose!
"There now, my little slut. All ready for the dying cycle. But first we have to clean them, don't we? Hmm, Your mouth is currently occupied with another task, isn't it? How will we prewash these tasty, crusty treats? I know, we'll wash them in the pitcher of piss. And You will have it as your breakfast juice, tomorrow morning. Along with your usual healthy load of breakfast sausages! hahaha!"
"There was only a glassful left in the pitcher, so as you soaked and squeezed and rinsed the stockings, the liquid became thick with seminal fluid and cunt juice. Clotted lumps floated to the surface. It was going to be a terrible concoction first thing in the morning! You place the glass in the fridge, and return to the bench. You pull out the first pair of stockings from the empty pitcher, and squeeze them out over my face. Then You proceed to soak them in the orange dye filling my mouth.
Again, you use the rubber dildo as a plunger, slapping me across the face with it, from time to time. After several squeeze outs and refills of your piss to my mouth as it emptied, you decided the dye job was complete. You commented on their pretty color. You then threw them on the floor for me to deal with later. You put one finger on the side of my nostril to shut off my air. You waited until i was thrashing and struggling for air. You giggled as you pulled the tampon plug out from my throat opening. I was forced to swallow everything in my mouth in one big gulp, in order to get my first breath of air!
"Hahaha! Very good, slaveboy. Its hard when you have to swallow it all so quickly, isnt it? Now for your final laundry duty. That lovely shit brown dye that only i could produce. Its a very particular color, isn't it? Don't tell anyone, but beets are my secret. Lots of beets, every day. Lends a very distinctive color and aroma, wouldn't you agree, slave?!"
If i could speak i would have agreed. I had always noticed the distinctive reddish color of your offerings.
"Now, slut, do you think i can trust you to perform properly if i remove your mouth-spreader?"
I nodded fervently. My lips and jaw were aching! You undid the strap from behind my neck and removed the wire claws that had been painfully holding my mouth open for you. You massaged my cheeks and jaw to get the blood flowing. Accompanied by several sharp slaps as well, of course!
"Now my little bog troll, this next job is going to test your resolve and obedience. We're not going to use our drain plug. It will be up to you to hold the muck in your mouth until i give the order to swallow. Understood?"
"Yeth, Mithtreth." My lips were a little fucked up! You retrieved the second pair of stockings from the pitcher. You let them drip slowly all over me, in my eyes, hair, everywhere. Then as you spat and drooled all over my cock, you spent a while scrubbing them 'clean' on my clipped balls. The rough nylon was unbearably painful, and the action on my balls was agonizing! But i did bear it, as i so often do for You. Because the rewards that you give for obedience, are always very sweet and delicious!
You mounted the bench again, and squatted over my face. I opened wide for you. I could see your anus twitching and opening. I could see your shit right there at the opening.
"What do you see, slut? Get your tongue on my crowning log. That's right, you lick the head of it! Now you get your tongue right up inside my expanding shitter. Don't be a lazy bog troll now. Get right up inside! Mmm, thats right, now coax out my load. That's right, wriggle your tongue inside there and relax my muscles!"
Suddenly i felt your shit slide right across my tongue, filling my mouth in an instant! Kind of like a volcanic mud slide! Not there, and then suddenly there! You shifted forward and positioned your urethra right over the pile. You dribbled out a little bit of pee onto it. You took the dildo plunger and started mixing your pee into the shit. Little by little, with short squirts from your pussy, you mixed up a very thick sloppy mix in my mouth.
The smell was unbearable, and i almost vomited several times! But i knew the punishment for that, so i controlled myself. You placed the stockings in my mouth, and proceeded to mix them in with the thick shit and pee mixture, with your rubber clad fingers. You would pull them out from time to time and pull them through your clenched fist, to squeeze out the mix, again, all over my face!
I could see now why you had placed the rubber sheets everywhere. I could only imagine how grotesque i must look! Finally you were satisfied that the stockings were as brown as they'd ever get. You placed them back in the pitcher and squirted a little more pee on them. Just enough to submerge them.
"There we go. Now we'll let them steep till morning. There'll be an extra special sauce for your sausage breakfast, tomorrow! And a little cleaning job, first thing of the day, before we hang them up to dry, and add them to your wardrobe. Haha!"
You took the plunger, and swirled the thick, foul mix around in my mouth. You then squatted over my mouth again, and drained your bladder into it, overflowing my cheeks again. You swirled it into a more swallowable fluid.
"All right, my boy, final act. You have performed sooo incredibly well for me today. I think i can add your laundering abilities to your resume, for the clients that i whore you out to, in the future. Your rewards will be sweet tonight! I am very proud of you. Now, you swallow this one last delicious mixture of mine, and your duties will be completed for the day. Open that slutwhore throat now!!"
I obeyed, as the last, final, thick, foul mixture of your shit and piss, slid down my throat! It was so thick that i started gagging and choking on it. I snorted some up my nose and then it was over! I began to throw up severely! After the first few belches, that came back down on my face, i was able to stop the convulsions. But far too late to avoid the repercussions of what i had just done!
"You useless filthy whore! How dare you puke up my Goddess offerings! I thought your day was finished. Apparently not! You know the punishment for vomiting up my essences! Unfortunately, they have mixed in with all the days laundry activities, collected at the bottom of my rubber sheet! Therefore, you have quite a lot to consume to get rid of your mess!"
You released me from my rubber bondage. You picked up the hated cane. I scurried down onto the floor and began eating and drinking all of the foul mixture that had collected from my laundry duties, and my extremely disrespectful vomiting!
"You lick that sheet spotless,slut!! And to help you along, i have your favorite maiden in my hand to spur you on! Eat!"
You deliver the first of many searing lashes to my upturned ass! You continue this until i have completely cleaned the rubber sheet. At the end, my ass and thighs and back, are bleeding from your strokes!
"Now back to your cage, whore. I will think on whether you deserve any rewards tonight. You'll be lucky if i appear. If i don't, then we'll see you for breakfast! Haha!"
I crawl back to my cage. I shut the door and click on the padlock as You look down on me, teasing me with your perfect body. I curl up on my little mattress - beaten and humiliated! I so hope you will visit me tonight, and let me pleasure you for awhile. But, no matter what, i am determined to prove myself better... next laundry day
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She walked in on him stroking his cock.“Jesus, Billy,” she said through a gasp.Billy didn’t say a word. Didn’t flinch. Didn’t scramble in panic to cover himself, to hide it from his aunt. Just kept running his fist over his length.“God, will you just stop it!” she cried.He was on the narrow bed. It was halfway between her and the window which faced over the front garden. The curtains were open. Mid-morning, close to eleven. She could see every detail.Billy lay side-on to his aunt. He swivelled...
So tonight I was doing laundry at my apartment complex and one of the random people in my building was in the laundry room with me. I was taking my shit out of the dryer and she was like "nice shorts" I said thanks and she said "I love a guy in boxer briefs" I laughed and continued to fold my clothes. She then complemented my sideburns hand told me I was sexy. I said thanks again. She flashed me while we were in there and I told her she had amazing tits. She told me her husband liked them too I...
© 2003 You read the letters in Penthouse, and you think, "Yeah, that's for other people. But it will never happen to me." Well, that's just what I thought. I'm forty-three, divorced, okay in the looks department, but face it, I'm no Antonio Banderas. I have a new place, an apartment (Yeah, the wife got the house). I wash clothes downstairs, in the small laundry room. Usually, it's deserted. But not last Wednesday. I unlocked the door (they keep it locked so other folks don't...
This is a total fantasy about a panty boy and his love of the garments that are part of his life. The final chapter of the Laundry Day story finds our friend Larry cross dressing and having sex with the young woman he met in the Laundromat. Hope you enjoy.My cock surged in my panties with the sight of the vintage lingerie in the package Ashley had left at my door. Yes, I have cross dressed through the years. And there were women in my life that I tried to encourage to accept my desire to dress....
One night I couldn’t help but notice that I had been neglecting my laundry. I had run out of clean socks, bras, panties and other necessities to get me through the work week so I gathered all the clothes that were lying around and stuffed them into my laundry basket. Detergent, softener, I had everything needed to remedy the dilemma. Now I just needed the ambition to get it done as it was late and I was tired. I opened a wooden box on my night stand and removed rolling papers and a...
Then she gets up off my lap taking her time going back to the laundry room, just as she entered it hit the end of the rinse cycle. She opened the lid and dumped in a big splash of liquid softener. Just as she closed the lid and reached back to put the bottle of softener, she feels a hand on the back of her neck. She tenses, ss she tried to stand up my hand held her firmly against the lid, firmly pinning her arms underneath her. There was nothing she could do. She attempted to struggle, the...
My wife, being a kind and generous person, offered to look after our neighbors pet during their vacation, however the pet was to remain in their house. Not only was my wife a generous person, but she was also a petite knock-out with firm round breasts; standing only 5 feet tall at 100 lbs. At different times of the day, she would disappear to feed the animal, however I began to notice that her departures seemed to take longer periods of time. This of course tweaked my curiosity, as our...
MasturbationHey all… Myself Raj back with yet another new experience and yeah this time something new. Drop your comments @ Firstly wanna thank all the true/fake/despo/ladies and other profiles or people who dropped comments showed interest and then create negative environment. Sorry guys,girls & ladies. These are my true experiences and I would not like any of my sentiments hurted. Appreciate you behave properly. Anyways back to fun… Out of all mails received I got a mail from a Muslim couple from...
One Monday not long ago I heard them saying they got a place together to save money and that they started driving to work together, that very night I picked up my son early and drove him to his moms, I was back at the daycare center before close, I waited and watched and eben played with my cock a bit. I watched them come out get in Saras car and headed off, they made 1 stop for wine and cigs and headed to their place. The lived in apts that were kinda of in the middle of nowhere, 4 apts...
Her lace and silk white dress gave her a cleavage which was noticeable because of her 38C breasts being pushed up by the tight fit. She had considered not wearing a bra, but in the end she chose to put on the lace white bra as it matched her panties and stockings, which she was wearing for her husband later that night. All she had to do was put on her shoes and veil and then wait for her father to come to her room and take her down to the priest, family, and friends, all waiting to see her...
The tinkle of the bell above the door made him look up, the woman who came in was dressed in a red, low-cut top and blue jeans, the lights reflected from her black hair. She gave him a smile and he nodded back with a smile of his own. Then he returned his attention back to the washing machine in front of him. The woman actually picked the machine next to the one he was using, she bundled her clothing into the machine, paused and then turned around to him. “Excuse me, you don’t have extra...
i had taken my laundry to the same place for months. after putting the clothes into the washer i sat down to read and pass the time. a young lady came into the laundramat and began doing her laundry. but i noticed she would squat down a lot. she was wearing jeans and a tight little shirt so i watched her as soon as she came in. what really excited me was when she squated down her shirt lifted and her pants dropped, ususally i would have been quite happy to see her g-string, but what she showed...
On the short walk back to my apartment, she started telling me that she just moved in a few months before. She had been in a relationship that went south just before she moved in. She just went on and on about how bad her ex- was and how she hadn't had sex since a few months before the break up. I let her know that I was just divorced a few months before our meeting. I had seen her around and wanted to really meet her. But, I didn't know how to approach her. This seemed a good as time as...
At the time of this story I am 17 and B is 21 ‘I’m going downstairs for a couple of minutes,’ said Brandon. He gave me a meaningful look and I knew he wanted me to follow him. I sat in the flicker of the television with my brother and some friends, something inside me nervously twitched. After a few long minutes had passed I made some excuse and slipped out of the dark room to follow Brandon downstairs. ‘What took you so long?’ His breath tickled my right ear as he spoke, I couldn’t see him,...
Walking by the laundry room I see her loading a basket with something on the floor behind her. I notice it looks like some yellow panties of which I instantaly make a move to pick up. She is wearing a very light weight cotton nighty style coverall that contours her large curves very well. I can see she has slightly hard nipples as I catch her chest out of the corner of my eye when I say "looks like your missing something". She turns around quickly with a smile and says "oh my gosh, thank you so...
Our apartment complex has a big corridor in the basement. This common corridor leads to the swimming pool, sauna, barbershop, tuck shop, and laundry room. Many bigger units have their own washer/dryer en-suite. But most of the 1 and 2 bedroom units share a Laundromat. Access is by key card only to the 4 separate rooms inside. The first room is a small reading room for those who prefer to wait while doing their laundry. The second room has sinks for scrubbing and washers. The third room is for...
It was almost a year since I’d seen her. She looked sexy in a tight black skirt and sky blue shirt. Big hazel eyes behind cat eyeglasses. Bra strap length hair in layers. I was putting one week’s worth of clothes in the washer when she came in. Instantly recognizing the sweet smell, I turned to see her. She was none other than Manvi. She had long hair, but it was unmistakably her. I’d completely forgotten about her after moving to the east coast. She’d lost a couple of pounds and taken out the...
Evaluation of a toilet slave By: slave matt425The Evaluation BeginsDay 1?Are you ready slave?? It was Friday afternoon, a few hours before dinner time. She and i had been sitting on the couch discussing this and that, catching about life as it had been far too long since our last meeting. Though it had been only been a few weeks, it felt as if a year had passed since i had last been blessed to see Her. ?Yes Mistress K? is all I replied, trying to hide my nervousness. This would be by far...
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Owned Toilet Slave slave matt425(Note: This is a sequel to ?Evaluation of a Toilet Slave?. For a background of the following story, the reader is encouraged to read ?Evaluation? first). Recollections It had been almost a year since my evaluation and subsequent approval as a contract toilet slave to Mistress K. During that time, a lot had changed. She and I had gone through several designs of a toilet slave bench and I had grown as a slave in terms of my ability to serve Her well and in my...
Human toilet trainingTraining 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...
I tried to sleep, and I nodded off for a few hours, but it didn’t stick. I was tossing and turning. I was hot, and my various joints and muscles were aching me more than usual, or perhaps I was just more conscious of it than I usually am. In any case, I was tossing and turning. I was conscious, too, that this might be hurting Kelly’s quality of sleep. After an hour or so, I was wide awake, nervous, in pain, and feeling like a nuisance. I got up and went back to the downstairs bar. While we...
Hisssssssssssss......The sound emanating from above jolted me out of my sleep. I blinked my eyes, trying to fully wake up. ?What the... where am I?? I tried to move my arms, but they were immobilized by my side. I begin to panic, wondering what the heck I?d gotten myself into this time. Then I heard another rumbling above me.Hissssssssss pbbbbbbllltThe pungent aroma filled my lungs, and it came back to me. Taylor. Those were her massive, fleshy globes hanging just above my face. I remembered...
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...
Bottom Feeder by Blushing SlutMistress 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 beggedher to take me in for as many weeks as she thought necessary tocompletely train me into a subservient, begging, shit eating toilet. Toreach the point where I looked forward to our toilet sessions aboveeverything else. Of course everything else revolved around beingwhipped and beaten and caged and humiliated, whored out to hermean...
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 had been a particularly long day, and I arrived home with a lot of pent up energy from all the frustration. I made a simple dinner and settled down into the evening, though unsure of what to do with myself. I had the house to myself tonight, since Rob had sent me a text earlier saying he’d be home late from work. Although it didn’t fit my energy level, I settled on some recreational...
************************************************* Copyright jeanne_d_artois July 2011 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary, the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. ************************************************* The laundry of my ancestors’ house is now my workshop. I’m a potter and good enough at my trade...
***************************** Copyright jeanne_d_artois June 2010 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary, the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. ***************************** The laundry of my ancestors’ house is now my workshop. I’m a potter and good enough at my trade to make a reasonable living from it. The...
Introduction: A woman home alone gets a surpirise A woman home alone gets a surprise. — It had been a particularly long day, and I arrived home with a lot of pent up energy from all the frustration. I made a simple dinner and settled down into the evening, though unsure of what to do with myself. I had the house to myself tonight, since Rob had sent me a text earlier saying hed be home late from work. Although it didnt fit my energy level, I settled on some recreational reading. I had some...
First of all my name is Jon. I am about 5'10" and I have light brown hair and blue eyes. My friends name is Tannar, he is about 6'1", with dark hair and blue eyes. We have known each other for about ten years now and this happened a little over two years ago. Tannar and I are really close, and there is an obvious connection between us that isn’t found in every friendship. We both noticed this connection when we were about 18 years old. We used to build forts all the time and would hide away...
GayIt 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...