8: Toilet
When the slave finally awoke, she found herself on a cold tile floor, chained to the wall.
She shook her head as best as she could in an attempt to clear the cobwebs fogging
her mind, her vision slowly returning. She looked around, silently taking stock of her
surroundings.
She realized she was in a large restroom, positioned between two porcelain urinals, her
hands bound behind her and her collar secured to the wall. In this position, her face
was right at the level of the urinals on either side of her, the chains on her collar
allowing her only a tiny bit of movement. She recognized the men's room itself; it was
in the lounge used by staff, a location where private and public parties were often
hosted. She'd cleaned it several times in her first couple of weeks, as part of her daily
chores. When she'd been cleaning it, she'd noticed some of the urinals seemed to be
mounted rather far apart, with metal rings in the walls between them. Now she knew
why; it was to one of these rings that her collar was attached. With a shudder of horror,
she also recalled that there were two toilet stalls that had contained no commodes,
either.
It was still late afternoon. The lounge was empty at the moment, except for the few
slaves and staff who were getting things ready for the night's activities. Tonight would
be a special occasion; Japan was considering implementing laws similar to those here,
and several dignitaries - along with their rather large official entourage - would be in
attendance. Toilet was unaware of both the time and the evening's planned events.
She simply knelt there, resting as best as she could.
It was several hours later when toilet heard the pneumatics on the door open with a
swish; she began to turn her head towards the noise, then stopped and simply lowered
her eyes, focusing on the porcelain tiles directly in front of her knees. A pair of polished
black wingtips topped by grey pinstripe trousers came into her field of view.
"I see you have a new urinal, Bob," the voice attached to the wingtips said.
"Yeah, she just got here today. Punishment, I heard. Apparently she bit one of the
Trainers while he was throat-fucking her."
"And they let her keep her teeth? You know, Bob, this place really is getting soft," he
said as he unzipped and pulled his dick out. "Open," he said, redirecting his voice
towards the kneeling girl.
Toilet tilted her head back and opened her mouth widely, waiting with her eyes closed
for the expected blast of piss to hit the back of her throat.
"Open your eyes, slave!" the second man commanded. "Whenever a man gives you
his piss, you will focus your eyes on his cock!"
Toilet opened her eyes and stared at the dick being held in front of her face. Fat but
short, she catalogued instinctively, but no telling how long it might get when hard.
Circumcised. She watched intently as the opening at the tip opened slightly and a
stream of urine began to flow into her mouth. He used her mouth like one would use a
toilet, quite appropriately, never bringing his dick close to her lips but simply aiming his
pee between them. He watched as her mouth filled up with the foamy yellow liquid.
"You may swallow," he said when he was finished, shaking the last few drops off onto
her face, one striking her directly in her eye and causing an intensely painful burning
sensation. Toilet closed her mouth and grimaced as she swallowed the horrible liquid
down, feeling queasy as it hit her empty stomach.
"Do you know the rules for piss-drinking?" the second man asked the slave once his
friend had zipped up.
"Master, no, Master," she replied, resuming her focused-on-the-floor eye positioning
while she worked her tongue around the inside of her mouth.
"If a man uses you like Bob did, you simply let him fill your mouth. If it overflows, too
bad. You wait until he's finished, then you can swallow. If anything gets on the floor,
you lick that up when he's done with you. If a man puts his dick in your mouth and
pees, you swallow while he's peeing. When he's done, you keep sucking and licking
like you're giving a blow job until he pulls out of your mouth. If he wants to cum in you,
that's his option. Understand?"
"Master, yes, Master."
"Good. Let's see if you can manage the second method, then."
He stepped between toilet's spread knees and kicked them further apart before
unsnapping his trousers. She saw that this one wasn't circumcised; she'd only seen
one of those from photographs and had never had one in her mouth before. She
thought it looked a bit scary, maybe even evil, but she opened her mouth dutifully and
waited while he slipped it between her lips.
"Now close your mouth and make a nice, tight seal," he told her. "If I feel so much as a
tiny scrape, I'll yank out all your teeth myself, and be damned what the book on you
says."
Toiled did as she was told, waiting with trepidation as she felt his abdominal muscles
strain slightly to being the flow of piss. Her face was pressed tightly into his belly; the
fact that his cock wasn't hard was the only thing making this possible, though. She
could feel the pointed tip touching a point just shy of her throat.
Unlike the first time, this one's piss started as a trickle and built up to a strong stream
that splashed against her throat before it started to subside again. Toilet swallowed as
quickly as she could, feeling the cock in her mouth get longer and stiffer every time her
throat moved. Finally, he was done and she swallowed the last bit of acrid fluid. He
didn't pull out, though, and his intent was made very clear when he grabbed the back of
toilet's head and forced it onto his crotch. Unable to breathe at first, toilet began to
panic. There wasn't anything she could do, however; she was quite immobilized, with
her hands behind her back and his strength overpowering her ability to pull away.
"Breathe through your nose!" he yelled several times, boxing her once on the side of the
head to get her attention. "Use your nose to breathe, otherwise you'll suffocate. I'm not
pulling out until I cum!" he told her.
Toilet found that she was able to overcome both her panic and gag reflex only with the
most intense concentration. At first, every time she thought to breathe through her
nostrils she began to gag, and when she concentrated on not gagging, she couldn't
breathe. By blocking everything else out, she realized, she could do both at once. The
man's dick was long but not very thick, and her throat was able to eventually
accommodate him quite easily. Toilet began to calm down, her breathing becoming
more regular as her user kept up his hip thrusts, plunging himself deeply into her throat.
It took all her concentration, but the slave was finally able to put her own fears and
discomfort aside, and began working her tongue around the cock in her mouth.
It felt different, she thought, but similar. Different in that the head had a different shape,
almost pointed instead of being formed like a mushroom. It tasted a bit different, too. A
little saltier, sweatier. Maybe that was because of the foreskin, or maybe it was just the
residue of piss still stinging her taste buds. Similar because...well, because it was a
penis. The shaft still felt the same, the veins bulging the same way, even the same
slight twitch when she ran her tongue under it. The way it suddenly hardened even
more, just before climax. She recognized the precursor to a man's cum being shot
down her gullet and began sucking even harder. He pulled out slightly, leaving the
head of his dick in her mouth rather than imbedded in her throat, coating her mouth with
the sticky white fluid. Yes, she thought...it even tastes similar. She knew now that the
taste of cum often changed from person to person, but whether circumcised or not, it
was basically the same.
"Fair," the man said, pulling out completely and wiping his wet tool off on her face. "A
friendly word of advice, though. You need to be able to take a cock down your throat
without panicking. I was being gentle with you, the next man might not. Learn quickly."
"Master, yes, Master," toilet gasped, still trying to catch her breath. She thought to
herself that if this was gentle, she'd hate to see what was considered rough!
Toilet was left alone to her own thoughts then, during which she reflected on what had
just happened. At first, it had taken all her concentration to simply breathe with a cock
in her throat, but after she learned how to do that, she'd used her tongue without even
thinking about how to breathe. She had to begin doing that from the start, she realized.
That man was probably right, too, she mused. While he seemed pretty rough at the
time, she was certain it could have been much, much worse.
She also reflected on how far she'd come since arriving at the Center, not even
momentarily thinking back to her carefree life before slavery. That was another person,
not the naked slave now kneeling chained to a restroom wall, waiting in silence for her
mouth to be used as a urinal for anyone passing through. She thought back to how
she'd failed her first Master, how gentle he was with her when she was unable to deep
throat him. He deserved better, she realized, sobbing quietly, tears running down her
cheeks now. If she ever saw him again, she'd beg forgiveness. And the man who she
bit...oh, God, how she wanted to apologize, to offer him anything in penance. She
deserved to have her teeth pulled out, just like those other men were saying. She was
a stupid, worthless cunt, not worth the effort to train. They should just kill her, fuck her
to death or something, just so someone gets something out of it. The tears were
flowing freely now, staining her face and dripping to the floor unimpeded.
She stifled a sob when she heard the door open again, keeping her head bowed
submissively while another man walked up to her. He saw that she was crying, and
reached down to take her chin in his hand. She allowed him to raise her head to look at
him, and realized it was her first Master. She wailed in sorrow, unable to stop from
crying now.
"My little fuckbunny, what's wrong?" he asked gently. "Are you upset that you're being
used as a urinal? Is that it?"
"M-m-m-master, n-no, M-mas-ter," she forced out between sobs. "This slave is so a-a-
ashamed, Master."
"Ashamed of what?" he asked in a concerned voice.
"M-master, this slave is ashamed that it couldn't serve you the way it should have,
Master," she replied, the sobbing finally stopped. He reached down and wiped the
tears from her cheeks.
"I don't understand."
"Master, you deserved a slave who could offer you its throat. This slave was unable,
because it was afraid and too stupid to obey, Master."
"Is that what you think? That you're disobedient and stupid?" he asked, bewildered at
this admission.
"Master, yes, Master," she replied, beginning to sob once again.
"No, you're not stupid," he told her, "and you're not disobedient. I told you that you'd
learn to deep throat eventually, and that it would take time. Now, you need to
understand that a large part of what you're going to be learning here is that everyone is
different. Just as you are unique, so are the men who will be using you. You need to
learn how to pleasure everyone, regardless of their particular likes and dislikes. Do you
understand that?"
"Master, yes, Master," she answered, the tears stopping again.
"Good. Well, I didn't come here to take a piss, so if you'll excuse me, I'm going to use
the other facilities here," he said, walking to one of the commodes and shutting the stall
door. Even with all his years of experience, he didn't particularly care for anyone - even
a slave - watching him shit.
Toilet sat silently, thinking and listening to the sounds of her former Master crapping.
The room was large enough that there was little odor - nothing like when she was
kneeling between that other Trainer's knees, sucking on his cock while he took a shit -
but she could still hear the little plops of turds hitting the water. Finally, she heard the
sound of toilet paper being torn, and the toilet flushing. Her former Master came out of
the stall fastening his trousers and smiled at her on his way to the sink, where he
washed his hands.
"Master?" she asked as he dropped his used paper towel into the trash.
"Yes, fuckbunny?"
"Master, this slave's name is now toilet, Master," she advised, receiving a nod in reply.
"Master, would you please permit toilet to give you the pleasure it was unable to before,
Master?"
"Toilet...you know, that name doesn't really do you justice...but anyway, I would love to.
Unfortunately, I can't at the moment. However, I will take a look at your training
schedule and arrange a time when you can show me what you've learned. Maybe in a
nicer setting? Would you like that?"
"Oh, yes, Master...I mean...Master, yes Master!"
"Okay then, it's a date. I'll make sure you're informed," he told her.
A date, she thought once he left the restroom. A date? For a slave? Not hardly! It
didn't matter though; she was happier than she'd ever been since...well, probably since
summer vacation last year. It was then that she realized she'd not thought of her
previous life in days, and even thinking of it didn't bring any sorrow or anguish. She
truly was finding her rightful place.
The evening went in a blur for toilet. Smiling, almost gaily, she accepted the urine of
everyone who entered the room, offering each a blow job by carefully lapping at their
cocks after they were done pissing. Even those who pissed from a distance; she would
stick her tongue out and try to lap up the last drops hanging from their pricks, then when
they moved in, she'd latch her lips around the head and start sucking.
The only strange thing she really noticed was that whenever one of the well-dressed
Japanese men used her, there would be a crowd of his colleagues standing around,
chattering in what was to her and incomprehensible language. It was almost bizarre,
she thought, the way everyone watched everyone else pee - as if urination was not a
normal act! What she didn't know was what they were talking about. She assumed
correctly that it she was the topic of discussion, but didn't realize they were talking
about buying her and taking her back to Japan with them. Fortunately, the Center was
unequivocal when the purchase offer was made; she was already owned, and they'd
have to deal with her Owner, who was just as unequivocal that his privacy be
maintained. They would pass the word on, but that was all.
By the time toilet was finally released the next morning, her stomach was so distended
from all the urine and semen she'd consumed that anyone would have thought her
pregnant. She wasn't, of course, but that much urine was unhealthy. She was given a
large dose of syrup of ipecac, which caused her to violently vomit the contents of her
stomach into the toilet as she kneeled over it. After the spasms in her belly subsided,
she was given the opportunity to brush her teeth, which she gladly accepted. She had
learned to accept - if not enjoy - the taste of piss, but it was nice to get the filth and
grime off her teeth - not to mention the unappetizing flavor of puke.
When she was finished, she noticed she was once again alone in the restroom. Not
sure what to do, she assumed that she should return to her previous position between
the two urinals. As she was crawling across the floor, she heard the door open once
again.
"Cum, slut!" she heard a familiar voice demand. Without hesitation, toilet's hands
immediately flew to her crotch, fingers frigging her immediately drenched cunt as hard
and fast as they could. While she finger-fucked herself, she saw her Master - the
Master whom she had so disobediently bit - step in front of her. She looked up at him
with a look of apology on her face, opening her mouth to willingly accept his member.
He nodded, and in one quick thrust, impaled her throat. Not missing a beat, toilet
started licking the shaft as he poked in and out, finally spewing his cum down her
throat. She wasn't even able to taste it, because he had imbedded himself as deeply
as he could, mashing her face into his hairy crotch. She breathed through her nose,
inhaling her Master's sweaty scent. Then it was over, and he stepped away.
"You've learned well, toilet."
"Master, thank you, Master. Master, this slave humbly apologizes for injuring Master
before, Master, and begs to be punished, Master!" she cried softly.
"I think you've been punished enough for now," he replied. "And as a result of that
wonderful blow job you just gave me, I'm restoring your name. You are now named
cum-filled fuckbunny once again."
"Master, thank you, Master!" she exclaimed happily, bending down unbidden and
lavishing kisses on his shoes.
"Now, while I'd love to keep you as mine, something has come up. You and a few of
the other girls will be leaving us for a while, but I don't want you to forget what you've
learned."
"Master, fuckbunny won't forget, Master!" she replied.
