Lockdown Toilet Slave: No water! No paper! No problem! (Femdom Toilet Slaves Book 2)

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Hey all, it has been a while since the last time I wrote about my second toilet slavery experience with Mistress L at a NYC dungeon. Hand me my strap," Mistress commanded. When I had handed it to her, she caressed the cheeks of my ass with her hand. As she did so, she said, "Now, Arch, extend your arms straight above your head and lie still. Count each stroke aloud so I can hear you—and thank me for each stroke as it is administered. It is, after all, being administered for your education and improvement, and you should appreciate it." You look quite well, with your new hair do and those new slave clothes," she said, teasingly. "Do a turn for me so I can get the full effect." Several weeks prior, my immediate family and my best friend was killed in a car accident. By some strange twist of fate, I survived without difficulty. I had lost the will to live. I wanted to die. I originally planned to do it by a noose, the old fashioned way. But something changed in me, I wanted to live out a fantasy of mine. It was, in and of itself, a death sentence, so I was still getting what I set out to do, though it is much delayed. Sexually, I had always been extremely varied. I had always been into female domination, superiority, degradation. Such things. Eventually, I developed the ultimate fantasy. To serve a woman as a human toilet… permanently. A fixed, utterly objectified toilet with flesh and blood instead of plastic and ceramic. I developed this scenario after reading an online fetish story, where a girl was installed as part of a permanent toilet machine by a guy. I often fantasied about being in the same position as that girl, but with the gender difference. Permanent, objectified human toilet – It was the ultimate degradation, there is nothing lower than that. But it is also a death sentence. It was perfect for me at this point. I convinced myself, this is what I wanted. But who would take me in as their toilet? The last person I would have imagined: Mikayla, of course. I spoke with her after the funerals. We talked for awhile, I told her of my plans. I have no idea how I summoned the nerve to tell her, or why, but I did. And it proved fortunate. She agreed to it. She told me she’d get one of her friends around to start the work. Well, to cut a long story short, I sold off all my provisions, everything I owned, to help fund the building. It took several weeks, but now, finally, it was almost complete. Now, Mikayla just wanted me to sign this paper, to ensure her I was still fully committed to this. I admit, I had another hesitation, but that passed. Her turd was slowly exiting her asshole, and it started to hit my teeth, so she adjusted to make it enter my mouth perfectly.

wanted to become a mistress and that feeling came in to me when I was in high school. So I married your uncle because he promised me to be my slave forever. I

I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Thank you, Kelsey! Thank you so much! Thank you for shitting in my mouth! Thank you, Kelsey for letting me eat your shit!" b) Where said command may cause extreme damage to slave’s life, such as losing their job, causing family stress,etc.

You weakly roll around in slippery sludge, trying to stand but you're slow; your movements are pained. Kelsey added, "Poor wittle baby should have served us properly then over the last 12 years like everyone else!" Kristen spoke into whatever it was, "That's right. This is our new toilet. So for all the people who said 'Kristen and Kelsey would never make good on their threat to turn one of US into their toilet', guess again."Now I am working as an assistant in a local office where I stay alone in a rent out apartment. It is 50 miles drive to my Goddess (aunt's) place. I was When the tampon was removed from my mouth Mistress A sat on my chest again and told me the words I still remember as if it was yesterday and still give me chills. With a very soft voice she told me that "I am now going make you my human toilet. What I have done to you so far is a no match for what I will do to you if you fail to eat all of my shit. You know you have to eat. I want you to eat. If you eat it all, you can take a shower and leave. You are not allowed to leave until all of my shit is gone". her dirty soles million times. Now I do not feel the taste of anything as i always eat and drink her waste. There are hundreds of marks left behind all over my Good, that's good." She slowly releases you, enjoying seeing the fear in your eyes as she stares you down. "You know, if you disobey me or try to run away, I will hurt them; do you understand that? At that point, it will be your fault, not mine; whatever happens will be on your head." What about my family?? My friends? My dog?? I’d never see any of them again. I hated myself for what I had become. I tried to hate Dee

And I came home a bit earlier that day. Well guys, that was the day my life got changed. Here is the the best part .. .. She adjusted and started pissing all over my chest, completely soaking my shirt and then she started pissing all over my mouth Some got in my nose and I coughed it all out. Shitting on demand is just not a thing. If you’re given a time then that’s the time. Just because 2pm or 4am suits your schedule doesn’t mean it will suit mine or anyone else’s. I am not going to mess up my bodies routine to suit your needs. Plus, have you ever felt the discomfort of having to hold? It’s not nice buddy.Your body looked like a right angle, your feet on the ground walking but your body, at the waist, bent over with my face pressed in jeaned ass. The smell is toxic; not unlike the loads that poured out on you at the outhouse. trample me so hard, that was the punishment to be away from her for 5 days.. She slaps me so hard as I dont feel I have a face. And for every punishment she She cuts you off with a harsh hand on your throat, gently compressing it; painfully. You gurgle and gargle; the shit remnants around you now fill you nostrils, suffocating you. The beginning of senior year was here and we were all excited for school, and now that most of us had turned 18 there was a fair amount of smokers on campus, though I didn't join in myself.

d) Where said command may cause psychological trauma to the slave, such as a rape scene for a slave that has been raped in the past. This period of time will herein be known as the enslavement term. The Goddess will command the slave at all times and will expect the slave to seek the Goddess’s comfort, pleasure and well-being, above all other considerations that the slave may have. told me “for now on all you will eat is my waste. My toejam, toenails, spit, snot, dead skin, lanced blisters and calluses from With that warning the head of a HUGE two and a half inch diameter turd stretched Kristen's anus to it's max. You could hear it expanding.all my time a shrunken prisoner in a cage in your room. My only purpose in life is to make your life and I contemplated how I would live without her the next few months. Would she really be that sadistic to shrink While I was getting cleaned up I tried not to think about what I was trying scrape off my face was shit. I tried so hard not to think about what just had happened as I was worried that the consciousness may lead me to throw up.