Driven by Craving

After the first procedure the days quickly fell into a pattern; the feedings, the exercise remained the same as before, but there were some changes to her toilet use. Each day He would thoroughly examine the healing stitches in her thighs and stomach. Each day until she healed she was allowed to dump her bucket into the toilet, but to pay for the privilege, she had to kneel with her head into the filled toilet until He decided to flush it. Each time before she was allowed to dump her toilet, she was chained to the toilet, then after being commanded to place her head into the toilet, she was told to empty its contents over her head. The one thing that did vary was how long until He flushed.

One day as she knelt there, hair doused with piss water, she was amazed at the amount of time that she spend kneeling in front of this toilet with her head soaking in piss and shit-filled water. Between the time that she spent there after being allowed to serve as His toilet paper and in paying for the privilege of dumping her toilet there, she thought she must spend 2 to 3 hours a day chained to this toilet with her head buried in its bowl and her ass up in the air. What else amazed her was how aroused and how humiliated she felt. Each time she knelt there paying for the privilege of using His toilet to empty her toilet, she wished she was there as His toilet paper instead, even with the pain that she had to endure for the privilege. Even with the bruises that covered her tits from the squashing they received each time He sat to shit, she would rather be being fucked by Him then kneeling there aroused beyond belief with no relief allowed.

As she knelt there thinking, she also noticed that a pattern had been established between shit, whether it as hers or His and being fucked. Where once she hated the idea of being shit-covered, now the very idea that she would have to shit made her wet. Because she knew after she used her toilet to shit, she would be made to present her ass to Him, have any remaining shit spread over her ass and then have her ass fucked until He came. And when He had to shit, just the memories of the amazing orgasms had her humping the air and had her pressing her head further into the toilet, just like when He fucked her that way, trying to push herself deeper, lower, more degraded.

Slowly the patterns started to change somewhat, like the day that He said she was healed. "Now that My fuck bitch is healed, its use of My toilet will cease unless I specifically say otherwise. This evening, it will see where it is to dump its toilet now." That evening, shortly after His dinner and her evening feeding were done, He said, "It is time for My fuck bitch to dump its toilet. When Master says, it is to crawl over, pick up its toilet with its teeth, crawl out to its corner and wait for Master's next command. Now crawl."

Crawling out to the back corner, the bucket repeatedly slamming into her chest as she crawled, her heart pounded from anticipation and exertion. As she knelt in the far corner of the yard, with the heavy bucket pulling at her teeth, straining her jaws, she wondered what was in store for her. As the drool rolled down her chin, she heard Him walking up and setting a chair down a few feet from where she knelt. As He sat there, His eyes fixed on her, she could feel herself blushing from the intensity of His stare. After everything that He had commanded her to do, it surprised her that His stare could make her face so red, but then as the drool continued to drip down her chin, she knew she was blushing not just because she was kneeling there with a piss-filled bucket waiting for His command but also because He saw to her very core. He knew how naked this made her feel, He knew how much this aroused her and humiliated her. All of this she could feel from His stare.

"Kneel up, hands in begging position. Beg with those eyes to dump that bucket over your head My fuck bitch." Lifting her head, she could feel the tears rolling down her cheeks even before she raised her eyes to look at Him and her face burned with the picture she must make, tears and drool dripping from her chin, bucket clenched between her teeth, squatting in beg position begging to cover herself with cold piss and shit. Trying hard not to groan, she fought the urge to lower her head to look at Him and continue to beg with her eyes. As she squatted there, continuing to beg, she heard Him unzip His pants and could see Him take out His cock and start to masturbate. It didn't make much sense, but somehow knowing how much seeing her like this aroused Him, made it easier to bear.

Squatting there, begging to cover herself with piss and shit, she wasn't sure how much time had passed before He said, "Grab the bucket with those paws and hold it over your head. Master will count backwards from 10, when I say 1, close those eyes and dump the bucket." The moment that she got the bucket over her head, He started counting and also jerking off even faster. On the count of 1, she closed her eyes and as the cold piss was cascading over her head, she also felt the splatter of cum on her face. "Now take those turds that fell on the ground and rub that shit all over My shit whore's tits and cunt.

Picking up the pieces of shit from the ground, she frantically started rubbing them all over her tits and cunt until they were gone. Panting for exertion and emotions, she almost didn't hear her Master whistling for the dogs. Before she knew it, she was pushed by the dogs into mount position and was immediately mounted by the lead dog. How much time passed as she was mounted and used by the dogs, she couldn't tell, just like she couldn't tell how many times she had cum and how many times her Master's cum had splattered over her face. All she knew was when her Master ordered the dogs back into the kennel; she could hardly keep herself upright. When He ordered her to crawl over toward the house, she didn't know where she found the strength to obey and when she had to continue to stay upright while He soaked her with freezing water from the hose to wash her clean, if it hadn't been for the shock of the cold water, she would have fallen asleep from exhaustion. After crawling back into the house, right before she was allowed to curl up on her cushion, she heard Him say, "Now My fuck bitch knows what to do with its toilet."

After that, the pattern remained, every night before bed, she was to empty her toilet, if there was nothing in it but piss, she wasn't washed up before being but to bed in her cage. If there was both piss and shit, she was fucked by the dogs before being washed up and allowed to sleep on her cushion in His room. After about a week or so, she was told that there was going to be another change in her daily pattern. "My fuck pig needs to start getting ready for phase 2 of its transformation so until further notice, its role as My toilet paper will be discontinued." As much as it surprised her to realize this, because of her initial aversion to both shit and pain, she was disappointed not to be allowed to serve in this manner, and she had to be honest with herself that it wasn't just missing being fucked, she had come to need to serve Him with her pain, with her degradation.

In almost no time, the bruises that had covered her tits were now healed and when the last bruise was gone, He announced that tomorrow phase 2 would be set in motion. Immediately her mind raced trying to figure out what phase 2 would be. As she exercised that morning, her mind was going as fast as her body, both racing. That afternoon, He had her serve in His home office. As she knelt as His table, holding His coffee cup, her mind and body stilled, she realized that it didn't matter what phase 2 was, she wanted to do whatever would make Him happy.

Just after He finished His second cup of coffee there came a knock on the door. As He got up to answer it, she knew she was not to move, it didn't matter who was at the door, He has not given her permission to break position. As her former boss and her Master walked back into His office, her boss started to comment on how much she had changed, that she was so much skinnier through her waist and legs and how good her tits looked hanging down like they were. "She looks ready for phase 2, when does that start," she heard her former boss ask? "Tomorrow," her Master said as He chuckled. They sat down on either side of her, using her back for a table for the papers that her boss had brought. After finishing with all the papers, she heard her Master ask her boss if he wanted some coffee. As her former boss rose to get himself some coffee from a nearby carafe, she heard him ask her Master if He wanted any. "No, had a bunch already this afternoon and it has already gone straight through me. I need to piss now."

As He said that, He removed all of the papers from her back. Knowing what she was to do, knowing it didn't matter who else was there, slowly moving her muscles that had been stuck in one position for so long, she started crawling toward her Master, her head down, the chain pulling tighter between her legs. As she crawled closer, she could once more feel the chain splitting her cunt, cutting into her. As she got into position with her Master's cock in her mouth ready to allow her to serve as His urinal, she struggled hard not the yelp or close her mouth as her former boss pulled up on the chain that was already splitting her apart. Gurgling as her mouth filled with piss, trying to swallow, the pain from the chain worse than ever before, she struggled not to allow any of the piss to spill onto the carpet, knowing that the pain of punishment for that would be worse than the pain that she was currently experiencing.

"You're training a good pain slut here," she heard her former boss say as she licked her Master's cock clean from piss and starting sucking for His cum. "Yes, My fuck bitch is coming along nicely," He said as He came in her mouth. "Once phase 2 is done, I will have the fuck bitch of My dreams." As she was once more cleaning His cock, she heard her former boss ask "May I?" and after a moment, she felt the chain drop and her ass cheeks spread wide. With her head held down on her Master's cock, she couldn't scream from pain as her boss drove his cock deep into her ass in one shot. Before she knew it, she felt hot cum shouting up into her ass and felt a wet cock being wiped on her upturned ass. "Thank him for honoring you as his cum dump, My fuck bitch." Turning around, she cleaned her former boss's cock, thanking him for using her ass as his cum dump. "Let me know when phase 2 is done, I would really like to see the difference," she heard her boss say as her Master walked him toward the door.

"Well done, My fuck bitch. Master is very proud of His fuck bitch, " He said as He allowed her to curl up near His feet that evening as He watched TV.

"Tomorrow is going to be a busy day, My little cunt. Rest well," He said as she lay down to sleep that night. As she drifted off to sleep, the phrase "phase 2" played over and over again in her mind.