Evaluation of a Toilet Slave

Evaluation of a toilet slave

By:  slave matt425

The Evaluation Begins

Day 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 the longest session of my life and one, I hoped, would tell the tale on my true nature.  By the time it was all said and done, O/our goal was to know if I was long term slave material.  I had been a toilet slave to Mistress K on many occasions but never for this long. 

What had I agreed to?  Basically, I was to be Mistress K’s full toilet slave from Friday evening until Sunday, released sometime Sunday after Her morning “movement”.  This was to be my test.  Hopefully, if I passed, Mistress would agree to collar me as a real slave to Herself. 

“Good slave.  Now get off your fat ass and follow me.” 

As we turned the corner to the guest bathroom, my heart caught in my throat.  Yes, I had built it, but its sight, with Her in front of it, was cause for both unbelievable excitement and hesitation.  What I had built for Her was a slave bench.  It was about 6 feet long and 28 inches wide, the bench tapered to about 22 inches at the head to allow for the placement of the second piece of equipment.  It was made of solid 1 inch thick oak, supported by cross pieces underneath with 4x4 legs bolted to each corner.  On each side, where the hands would lay, eyebolts were securely fastened.  Two more eyebolts were secured to the heavy bed at the feet.  I had included two additional sets of eyebolts for more bondage attachments as well.  The result?  A slave bondage bed that two large men could stand on with no sag and heavy enough so that, once chained down, the resident would have no chance of getting off of it until his Mistress allowed.  In order to allow for some level of comfort for the slave, given that it would be bound for extended periods, I had bought a thick camping style pad and a small pillow.  More than for simple comfort, the pillow would serve to slightly elevate the slave’s head towards its Mistress.  The second piece of equipment?  A toilet chair with adjustable height to allow Mistress K to sit in comfort while the slave was being used.  Perhaps in the future a toilet box to lock the slave’s inside would be in order, I thought while looking at the set up.

“Strip slave… it’s time for you to find out exactly what it means to be a real toilet slave.” 

I watched Her remove several items from a bag She had brought with Her as I removed all of my clothing.  After all my clothing had been removed, She again spoke. 

“you already know the rules, slave, but I am going to go over them one more time.  Speaking is completely forbidden to you.  A toilet does not speak and neither shall you.  you will be put on a schedule, more or less, to allow you to relieve yourself and stretch a bit.  I’ll probably release you every 3 or 4 hours to allow you the privilege of using the toilet.  Each break will be no longer than about five minutes and when I call time, you’re slave ass better be in position to resume you’re rightful place as My toilet within seconds.  Unless asked a direct question or given permission, speaking continues to be prohibited during your reprieves.  you shall consume anything My Goddess body gives you and you will do it quickly and with enthusiasm.  you are nothing but My toilet and a good toilet flushes everything its user deposits.  The penalties for not following these simple rules will be painful and possibly very humiliating for you.” 

She pointed to some items removed from Her bag… a nasty looking short single tail, a huge tube of Icy Hot, and some real mean looking fetish cloths pins. 

“you will be given 2 safe words slave.  The first will be Yellow.  you can only use this word 2 times over your service period slave, so use it wisely.  Yellow may only be used as a sign something is wrong.  Once I give you permission to speak, you may explain the situation.  If I deem the situation sufficiently important, such as truly unbearable cramping or a medical emergency, you will not be punished.  However, if I deem it to be frivolous, you will be punished and you will still loose the safe word.  The second safe word is Red.  There is only one Red to be used.  you have asked to be evaluated of your worth as a slave; to be evaluated as a potential collared slave to Me.  Red will signify you can not or will not continue with your evaluation.  All you need to do is say Red and you will be immediately released.  However, as soon as you are unbound I will leave without another word.  you will be banished from my presence forever and I will make sure I spread the word to as many other Domme’s as I can of your lack of worth as a slave.” 

Mistress paused for a few seconds to allow time for me to process what I had actually signed up for.  This was going to be a no bull shit real life slave test.  Somehow I had the feeling that it was going to be much different than our short Pro-Domme sessions of the past.  I felt a very real chill run up my spine as She continued. 

“As I said earlier, speaking without permission will result in punishment.  I will not hesitate to use my single tail on your cock and balls.  It will not be pleasant.  In fact, it will probably hurt much more than you can imagine.  It will be especially bad if I deem your offense to warrant the clips as well because I will, after they have been on a very long time, whip them off.  I guarantee you will cry and beg when I do that.  Do not push me to that level.  Oh, and the Icy Hot?  Well, that is for Me alone to know, at least for now.  Should your punishments prove unsuccessful in encouraging your silence or should you show a complete lack of respect to your Mistress, I may just leave.  Understand what I am saying, I will just leave.  I will leave you bound to this slave bed, naked as the day you were born with your face under the toilet chair and walk out the door.  I will, however, prop your front door open on my way out.  This will allow you to call out for help but I’m sure you know how humiliating that will be.  you will probably try to free yourself first and I can appreciate that.  However, I plan to bind you very securely with chains and maybe even a strap or two.  you did a good job with the bench design and I am quite sure there will be no escape for you.  Sooner or later hunger, thirst, or severe body cramps will get the best of you and you will cry out for help.  After that, how long do you think it will be before you are shamed in to moving from your neighborhood?  How quickly will it take for word to spread to your employer?  My suggestion, do not push me to that point.  It would be much better for you to call out Red and go back to your plain vanilla life.  I will be lost to you forever, but you will have the rest of your life intact.  Do you understand slave?”

“Yes Mistress K” was all I could say.  I was too nervous and excited to push much more of a response past the lump in my throat.

“OK then toilet, take your place on the bench.  Once you are strapped down and we test your bonds, the no speaking clause will be in effect.  I will let you know when that is.  I will let you know everything you need to know over the next couple of days.  If I do not tell you, you do not need to know it.  I may leave here from time to time to pick up some take-out or run a short errand.  Take comfort that I will return.  This is a test after all, and part of your test is to trust your Mistress.  I may not acknowledge you at all, except to tell you of your break period.  I will do little more than come and use you as I require and then leave.  While you are here, you are my toilet and little more than an object I use.  you will clean me after each use.  That is one of the benefits of using a toilet slave after all; feeling a warm mouth cleaning Me rather than that old scratchy toilet paper.  you will consume anything and everything I deposit in your toilet opening”

“I understand Goddess” was my only reply as I began to move in to position.  The first task was to get the pillow straight at which time She placed the toilet chair over my head.  Once it was in place, She sat to test the fit.  For a brief moment I was staring up the skirt of my Mistress, though She did still have panties on.  As She sat, Her pussy was directly over my mouth.  The effects of the height of the bed, coupled with the pillow further raising my head, had my nose buried right in Her crotch which limited my ability to breath. 

“Push your lips out toilet.  I want to feel their exact position” was Her only reply. 

They were, of course, perfectly positioned to receive Her golden wine.  I then felt Mistress move forward a bit and instantly I knew what She was testing. 

“Push them again”.

And again, my mouth was in just the right spot to receive Her brown, Her shit.  However, as She slid forward, my nose would be buried right in Her Goddess pussy which would make breathing very difficult while in use.

“A perfect fit toilet, very good job” was Her response as She gave me the faintest of smiles as She rose from Her seat to look down upon me.

She placed wide leather cuffs on each wrist and ankle.  I then felt myself being bound to the bench.  Each hand would lay at my side, secured by a short length of chain to the eyebolts on the side of the bed.  However, She did leave a small amount of movement available, presumably to allow me to bend my elbows somewhat and flex out the muscles a little.  She then chained each ankle together about a foot apart before running another 2 chains from each ankle to the corresponding eyebolts at the foot of the bed.  I also felt Her attaching some rope that appeared to have a ratchet mechanism across my chest and at my thighs to the last remaining eyebolts.  These were tightened down, not so tight to cut off any circulation or be uncomfortable, but enough to help ensure I would remain completely immobile except for the slight movement of my arms to flex.

“Very nice toilet.  I think this will work just fine.”  How is the fit?  Any pinch points, are you reasonably comfortable?”

“Yes Mistress, You did a wonderful and thoughtful job” was the only response that seemed appropriate.

“Good.  you are now my toilet for the next couple days.  All clauses previously outlined are in effect.  Expect Me soon toilet.  I’m going to need to pee very shortly.”

I watched Mistress K leave from the corner of my eye.  As She walked out the door, She reached up and turned out the light.

I could hear Mistress moving about the house but seemed to be spending most of Her time in the bedroom I had prepared for Her.  From the sounds I could make out, it appeared that She was unpacking Her travel bag and making home for the next couple days.  Every time She past the bathroom, my heart would start to pound.  Is She coming in?  What is She doing?  My mind was a blur with excitement.  At one point I could hear Her in the kitchen and I assumed She was getting something to drink from the fridge.  It was somewhere around that point that I noticed my cock.  Laying there, thinking of being Her real life toilet slave, I began to get hard.  The longer I lay there, listening to Mistress do whatever She was wandering around the house doing, the harder I got.  I tried moving my hands, hoping I could reach my dick and jack off a little with the movement She had left me.  I could only get my fingertips close though.  Try as I may, I could not reach my cock at all to provide some relief to my growing hard on.  Suddenly, the light in the bathroom came on just as She walked in.  Get ready to swallow some pee, I thought to myself.  But instead, Mistress K placed some items on the sink (what they were I had no way of knowing as I could only see bits and pieces from the corners of my eyes) and giggled.

“Looks like you have given yourself a problem there slave.  you may be enjoying yourself just a little too much already”, with another laugh. 

“I considered putting you in to chastity but thought this could be more fun.  I was hoping you would wind up in such as state.  That is why I left your toilet arms free enough to try and touch yourself.  you will get no satisfaction from your service slave, only frustration.  you can try to play with that worthless slave cock, but there will be no release for you.  your only satisfaction should come from being my toilet and being allowed to flush all of my body’s gifts to you.  Service to me is to be your only reward” was Her parting comment as She again turned the lights out and walked out the door. 

A couple minutes later, Mistress K returned, turned, and lowered Her underwear.  Looking up, i was briefly blessed with a parting glimpse of Her royal neathers.  Unfortunately for me, the view was short lived as Mistress lowered Herself onto my face, plunging me in to relative darkness beneath Her heavenly bottom, Her skirt blocking most available light.  i felt Her move about just a bit, my nose pressing in to Her pussy making breathing possible but difficult.  Satisfied with Her position, i could detect Mistress begin to relax though the connection of my face pressed in to Her bare bottom. 

After a very slight sigh, I felt a few drops of warm liquid fall in to my mouth.  We had practiced this many times in the past and i knew what to expect.  Her warm piss began to flow from Her Goddess clit and in to my awaiting toilet receptacle.  However, whereas She would usually stop the flow to give me time to swallow, this time She just kept on peeing.  i quickly thought to myself that i had better swallow rapidly or risk my mouth being over flown with Her piss; resulting in severe punishment i was confident.  Opening the back of my throat, i let the warm and very pungent liquid flow down to my stomach.  For those who have never tried it, swallowing without closing your mouth is difficult but can be done using only the throat muscles.  Oh my God, this is foul i thought as Her piss began flushing down my throat.  Much stronger and pungent than normal.  Please let me be able to flush it all and not throw up was my racing through my mind.  It seemed that Mistress had no end to Her stored piss; a river that went on forever.  Finally, and none too soon, She stopped; a few small squirts clearing Her bladder completely.  I hurriedly flushed the remaining liquid in my mouth in time to receive a few final squirts.  Flushing this down as well, I remembered Her statement of cleaning Her after each use.  I used my mouth to suck the remaining drops from the most incredible pussy I have ever had the privilege of worshiping.  Standing and wiping Her clit with a piece of toilet paper, She again looked down at me.

“Taste good toilet?  I have not drank very much today and haven’t pissed since this morning.   I wanted to make sure my toilet got a taste of what my deepest golden piss was like.  I hope you liked it.  Oh, I forgot to tell you.  Unlike our sessions in the past, you will get no consideration from Me in regards to volume.  you are my toilet and NOTHING more.  I am not concerned with how much waste I deposit in to my conventional toilet and I will not give you any more consideration.  you will consume everything I give you, when I deposit it… period!!  I’m hungry now slave.  I will return when needed.” 

i believe that i detected a slight grin on Mistress’s face as She closed the lid on the toilet chair and turned out the light.

Mistress K’s strong piss sat surprisingly heavy on my stomach.  It was by far the most difficult golden I had experienced from Her in all of our sessions.   It was actually the first time I was ever concerned about bringing Her piss up.  I concentrated on breathing and before long I felt much better.  I could hear Mistress moving around the house some more and I thought that perhaps I heard keys rattling.  What in the world is She up to?  A few minutes later, I heard the front door close.  Oh shit, has Mistress left?  What if I need let out?  I Have not had a break yet. 

People talk all the time about being bored.  However, you don’t really know what boredom is until you are left in the dark bound to a toilet slave bed with nothing to stare at but the lid of a toilet seat.  At least when Mistress was moving about the house I could listen to Her, each noise gave me something to ponder, each movement made by Mistress cause for excitement with the possibility of Her visitation.  Now that Mistress K was gone, the house was completely silent.  There was absolutely nothing to occupy my time.  Well, almost nothing.  While Mistress had been peeing, my hard on increased (if that was possible).  As per Mistress’s instructions, I had not masturbated for 2 weeks leading up to this test.  Even laying alone in my bondage, it was not getting any better.  I had been hard long enough that it was actually starting to hurt.  I tried to will it to go soft again but my cock had a mind of its own.  If only I could reach it I bet I would have a hair trigger.  Again and again I tested my bonds, trying to somehow just get my fingertips to my cock to try to relieve my pent up frustration.  Mistress had done Her job well, though.  I could get close but never touch.  This only served to add to my growing frustration.

Time seemed to creep by.  Had Mistress left me?  Am I going to be stuck here for who knows how long until someone finds me and the truth of my extreme fetish?  Please come back Mistress. I’m sorry if I upset You somehow!  What did I do to make You angry Goddess.  Please Mistress, I need to pee very badly.  I think at one point I felt a tear run from my eye. 

At some point, I have no idea how long, I finally heard to door open again.  Thank You Mistress, Thank You!!!!  I could again hear keys and the sound of a bag rustling.  It sounded as if She had went in to the kitchen.  She came down the hall again and in to the bed room.  As She passed, She seemed to bring with Her a most wonderful smell; it seemed to smell of some sort of Mexican food.  Oh man, I am hungry I thought to myself.  It had been since breakfast since I had eaten and by now it had to be 6 or 7 in the evening.  The light in the bathroom came back on and again She lowered Her underwear and sat, adjusting Her pussy until it was again over my mouth.  She let Her golden wine go and once again I had to struggle to keep up.  Fortunately, it was not as strong this time (She must have drank a bottle of water or something) and the pee flushed down easily.  Like before, I pressed my mouth to Her Goddess sex and cleaned the remaining drops from Her clit.  As I cleaned, I thought that I detected a small shudder through Her body and Her pussy seemed to become wetter.  Before I could continue to explore, She stood and again looked down at me, staring at my cock.

“It looks like you are feeling the effects of your 2 week chastity, slave.  Good, VERY good.  I only wish I would have prohibited you from playing with yourself for a whole month before today.  By the time W/we are through toilet, you will know what true blue balls really are.  You better not loose control though toilet or you will find out just how much torment your worthless cock can take.”

Moving Her gaze from my cock to my face, Mistress continued.  “Have you been upset, slave?  Did you think I would not return?  You will know if I leave for good as it will be your fault… just as we discussed.  You must learn to trust your Mistress, toilet, if you are to become my collared slave.” 

My stomach growled a little as She was speaking.

“Are you hungry slave?” 

I almost answered but was able contain myself before the words came out. 

“Very good, toilet.  I thought you were about to experience your first whipping.  I’m sure you are starting to get hungry, but you’ll be fine.  My piss and shit are all of the nourishment you need.  I’m going to begin preparing a meal for you right now slave.  That’s where I went after all, to get some take out so I can start to prepare your breakfast.”

She continued; “As you know slave, I usually only shit once per day and most often in the morning.  However, to make sure you don’t go hungry and to better test you, I have been eating a little extra over the last couple days.  I also plan to eat well while here.  Hopefully, I’ll be able to feed you at least twice per day during your test.  Won’t that be wonderful?!”

I groaned to myself.  I wondered if I would be able to eat four or five ass loads of Mistress’s shit.  I had only figured on one or two.  How in the world would I eat up to five meals of Her shit?

Mistress again closed the lid to the toilet chair, turned the light off, and left.  I could hear Her in the kitchen rattling plates and doing the things anyone else would do as they began to eat their evening meal.  I, on the other hand, just lay strapped to my toilet bed and hoped I would not piss myself.  At least my hard on was easing, presumably because of my bladder nearly bursting.  After She was done, Mistress again came in to the bathroom.  However, instead of sitting on me, She began to unbuckle and unchain my body from its confinement. 

“You have five minutes, toilet.  I suggest you pee and do whatever else you need to do.   you have done well so far toilet.  you flushed my day-old pee very well.  After you pee yourself, I will allow you to spend the rest of your stretch period in the garage if you wish to smoke.  I am a generous Mistress, toilet…when you do well.  So long as you continue to do well, you will not see my sadistic side or feel my wrath.  Oh, and unless you want me to whip the skin off, do not touch your dick except to hold it as you pee.  More than two shakes is considered playing with it and if you are stupid enough to play with your dick, I’ll have to play with it as well.”

I hurried through my allowed bathroom break.  Finally being able to pee after four hours or so and drinking two loads of Mistress K’s piss felt even better than an orgasm.  I took Mistress up on Her offer and finished stretching out in the garage as I caught my “reward smoke”.  It felt great to get to move around as I was really starting to get stiff.  However, I made sure I was back in place and ready to be bound again with time to spare.  Truth be told, deep down I really wanted to get back in Mistress’s service.  I always knew I was a real toilet slave but my anticipation of continued service, as difficult as Mistress K would make it, only cemented my feelings.

“Good job again, toilet!  you were smart to be back in place early.  I think you will prove to be a quality slave, toilet.”

Mistress finished binding me as before… hands and feet shackled and the straps than ran across my chest and legs.  She then turned and again, you guessed it, sat to pee.  I dutifully swallowed all of Her wine and cleaned Her once again.  However, pressing my mouth to Her heavenly pussy caused my erecting to return with a vengeance.  Shit, I thought, as if my balls were not already hurting!  While finishing up cleaning Mistress, I heard a strange noise coming from within Her.  It sounded a little like Her stomach growling but I knew She had just eaten.

“Hear that slave?  That’s your dinner finishing up baking.  I did not take a shit yet today.  I’ve been holding it since this morning so it should be a very large meal for you… and well cooked too.”  I could hear Her giggling as She closed the lid and turned out the light.

Oh fuck… She’s really going to make this as difficult as possible.  I went back to the routine of waiting, wondering, and thinking.  Was I sure that this is what I truly wanted?  To be a collared toilet slave? 

It seemed to be getting late, from my distorted estimation of time anyway.  Mistress had been flitting around the house but spending most of Her time in the bed room typing on the computer.  At one point, Her cell rang and I tried to make out the conversation as best I could.  Yes, it is eavesdropping, but I was bored as hell. 

“No, sorry girl, I can’t come out tonight…. Oh yeah, I wish I could hit that club with ya.  Lots of pathetic guys to fuck with…. No, I really can’t.  I’m trying out a new piece of furniture.  I’m going to decide if I want to return it by the end of the weekend…. it’s a toilet…. Yeah, it’s a toilet I’m thinking of taking ownership of.  So far, it seems pretty good but I still need to see how well it flushes… ha ha.  Sure, if I keep it We may have to let you try it as well…. You too, have a great night!”

Mistress came back in and pissed yet again.  Damn, how much is She drinking anyway?  Releasing me for what I assumed was another rest period…

“5 minutes… make the most of them.  I’ll be going to bed soon and you’ll be in for the night.”

She seemed a bit colder than earlier; talking to me more as an object than anything else.  I made the most of my break but was still back in place a few seconds before time was up.  As was becoming routine, Mistress K strapped and chained me back in to place.  However, instead of leaving as usual, She turned and sat again.  How much could one Woman piss?  Instead of Her pussy over my mouth though, I felt Her asshole.  Oh shit… was She going to shit and then leave me to taste it all night?  With Her asshole covering my mouth and my nose pressed tightly in to Her pussy, breathing was very difficult.  I could adjust my mouth a little and draw fractured breaths but that was about it.  I figured I’d have to flush very quickly just to be able to breathe when She finally did shit. 

The first thing I felt was a bit of a “whoosh” from Her bottom.  I had to chuckle to myself as Her fart pushed my cheeks out and filled my mouth with air.  In order to breathe, I again adjusted my mouth and allowed it to escape.  I could feel Her asshole puckering, trying to push something out.  The hole itself pushing down and then drawing back up.  Mistress, I can’t breathe, please let me breath kept going through my mind.  Finally, after an eternity of only seconds, a few small pieces of soft but lumpy matter fell in to my mouth.  It was strong, very strong…pungent and bitter.  I could not help but retch a time or two but flushed it never the less.  Thank goodness too, because the flood gates opened a couple of second later.  My mouth was then filled with a very large and long piece of Mistress’s shit.  Struggling to draw a breath from my nose with out much luck, I tried to work it down but was fighting it the whole way.  I would work it around, flush a little, work a little more, and so on.  Feeling Her hole pucker again against my mouth, and really needing to breath, I fought the remaining pieces down just in time to get a fleeting breath from the corner of my mouth before another deposit was made, though this time not nearly as large.

“Clean me damn it and hurry up” came from above.

Flushing the remaining shit down my throat, I endeavored to do just that.  Running my tongue around Her asshole, licking the remnants from Her and sticking my tongue toilet paper as far in to Her as possible to get the inside as well.  Finally She rose and I could breathe again.  I was also trying hard to hold Her very strong and heavy shit down.  Bound as I was, throwing up would be a huge mess and would either cost me extreme punishment, banishment from Mistress, or maybe both.

“Did you like it slave?  It was baking since yesterday.  However, I’ve been thinking.  I have been talking to you way too much for a toilet but this has been to explain things as we went along.  From now until you are finally released, I don’t plan to speak directly to you again.  I don’t talk to My toilet and I don’t plan to talk to My toilet slave either.”

She turned and left, tough not before shutting the lid and turning out the light followed shortly by Her bedroom light going out.  Her shit sat very heavily on my stomach but at least I had been fed something.  Once I thought I may throw it up, but the feeling quickly passed.  Finally relaxing, I drifted off to sleep, as did Mistress I assumed.

Day 2

At some point during the night I was jarred awake as the light in the bathroom flicked on.  Mistress K quickly sat on my face.  As soon as She was seated, a torrent of piss began to flood my mouth.  It felt like minutes as She peed and I ran very short of breath.  Thankfully I could swallow as it flowed or it would have overflowed for sure.  After cleaning Her, Mistress again rose and, without a word, turned off the light.

I tried to drift off to sleep again but the thoughts of Her pussy and ass in my face for the whole weekend had me hard again.  And again, the dull ache returned to my balls.  God, I wish I could cum just once.

I must have finally drifted off to sleep again because I was awakened back to consciousness with some natural light finding its way in to the bathroom.  I was stiff as hell and really needed to move, not to mention that I really had to piss something terrible.  From what I could tell, it was still very early in the morning.  Mistress had left Her bedroom door open and I could hear the deep breathing of Her slumber.  My body was cramping terribly and it seemed to be getting worse, especially my arms where they were slightly bent at the elbow.  I tried to move around a bit, but the movement available was of little consequence.  My bladder was about to burst and to make matters worse, after my “meal” last night; I had to shit as well.  Trying to find some relief, I fought to fall back to sleep but the thought was pointless.  I have always been an early bird and today was no different. 

All I could do way lay there and wait.  The waiting was pure mental torture and the cramping was all but unbearable.  I finally willed myself to relax, to remember I had asked, actually begged, for this.  I had to wait and suffer for Mistress; to endure what I must in order to be accepted by Her.  More than anything, I longed to serve under Her, literally, and if this discomfort was the requirement for entry in to Her world, so be it.

Finally, after what seemed to be hours, I heard Mistress K begin to stir.  She came in to the bathroom but instead of being released, She quickly sat with Her pussy in the now familiar position.  With no warning, my mouth was flooded with Her piss once again.  Oh yuck!  Morning piss is so strong!!  Again I wanted to retch but concentrated on my task at hand and flushed the very strong (and I’m sure dark yellow) liquid.  Finally finished, I cleaned Her again before She rose and allowed me to finally draw a reasonable breath.

“you will now be released, slave, to take care of your morning requirements.  You have done well and I will allow you a slight reward.  Make My coffee before you do anything else.  I want you to then take care of your bathroom requirements.  After which, you are to wash your face and clean your toilet mouth.  As you have done well, I will allow you both one cup of coffee to help with any caffeine addictions and you may smoke in the garage.  Both privileges are due to the fact you have done well and I am a generous Mistress to those who prove worthy.  You have fifteen minutes slave!”

Getting off the bondage bed caused nails and electricity to run through my body.  Being in one position for eight or more hours left me incredibly stiff but it felt good to work out my arms and legs.  As instructed, I took care of the coffee before rushing off to the bathroom myself.  After pissing a river and taking a shit, I made sure my face was not only washed but freshly shaven so She may sit in complete comfort.  I finished my morning chores by brushing my teeth very well before getting my rewards.

I made sure I was back in place before time was up, though with much less enthusiasm than before.  I was starting to dread the thought of taking my place again.  For a brief moment, I thought of asking for a reprieve from the rest of the weekend but figured that would mean the end to any possibility of serving Mistress again.

Mistress K bound me as before though this time without a word.  She closed the lid and, from the sound of it, went to the kitchen.  I went back to my same old routine of listening to Her and trying to figure out what She was doing.  From the sounds I could make out, I would guess Mistress was getting Her morning coffee and perhaps a bowl of cereal for breakfast.  Unfortunately for me, I once again felt myself getting aroused again while lying there thinking of Mistress’s bottom, what I was doing, and the possibilities the future held.  If only I could touch myself!!!

A short time later, Mistress again came in to pee.  It wasn’t that much and not at all bad tasting this time so I flushed Her wine with no difficulty at all… I was getting better at this!  However, as I cleaned Her, I detected a hint of Her Goddess flower opening a little more than usual.  It was also much moister than before.  Getting a little bold, I lingered my tongue around Her heavenly opening, feeling It respond while detecting a faint shutter through Her body.  What the hell, I thought, and went straight to working Her button with my mouth and tongue.  I could tell Her breathing was becoming heavier and Her body bore down on my face much more, cutting off most any possibility of air flow.  I kept licking but began to really need to breath.  I fought my bonds as best I could but could do little more than move my head slightly under Her ass.  Finally, She rose and looked down.

“you started this slave and you will have to finish it!  you will get no air until you give Me My release!  you had better not pass out either.  Take a deep breath; you’re going to need it.”

Again She sat and cut off all possibility of air.  I figured I had better get Her off and quick or I would pass out and God knows what would happen then.  I thought it would be great fun giving my Mistress pleasure with my slave mouth but it turned out to be yet another form of torture and one more way for Her to exert Her dominance over Her slave.  Orally servicing a Goddess while bucking and thrashing for air is not easy but Mistress had built up energy and I a strong desire to give Her the release She sought.  As I felt myself becoming very lightheaded, Mistress K’s body shook in a strong orgasm and She moaned Her pleasure loudly.  Her Goddess flower hyper-sensitive following Her release, Mistress finally rose off of me.  Coughing and gasping for air, I looked up at Mistress scowling down at me.

“you need more lung stamina but that was pretty good.  Fortunately for you, the release has loosened Me up some so you can have your breakfast”.

Mistress sat once more, positioning Her asshole over me again.  This time She didn’t struggle or strain but filled my mouth to capacity in one quick burst.  I struggled to flush Her waste but it seemed even stronger than yesterday and a bit spicy to boot. Then I thought, Mexican, that’s what She had for dinner last night.  This is going to be bad.  Finally getting most of it down, She shat again, filling me back to capacity all over again.  This time I gulped to get it down quicker, hoping to minimize the spicy shit taste overcoming my gag reflex.  Mistress raised up long enough for me to get a quick breath or two and sat again and once more filled me almost to capacity with more shit that was a bit more soft and loose and, if possible, even more foul.  Figuring She was finished, I went about cleaning Her ass hole again on the outside and trying to run my tongue up inside as well. 

Finally, Mistress K got off of my face and I could breathe long full breaths for the first time in what seemed to be hours.  She finished cleaning Herself with some toilet paper, closed the lid, and left me without another word.  This time, Her shit sat particularly heavy on my stomach and at least once I all but threw up, feeling it rise up my throat.  Re-swallowed shit is even worse than the first time it goes down.  I concentrated on breathing deeply and by and by, began to feel better.

Mistress K and I went back to our routines.  She would move around the house, type on Her computer, talk on the phone and do whatever, I would lay waiting for Her next usage. A couple hours later, Mistress came in, sat and peed, and left without a word.  I was starting to get real stiff again but figured I could make it.  Between the coffee and two bladders full of pee, I had to pee again myself.  It got to the point I was actually dribbling small drops from my dick, I simply could not hold it.  Finally, Mistress K returned and released me, taking note of the drops of pee with Her deep beautiful eyes.

“you may relive yourself but nothing else.  Right back to the bench and it had better not take five minutes.”

Wondering what was up, I peed what seemed forever.  It was another of those releases that felt almost as good as an orgasm.  Finished, I hurried back to my position wishing I had more time to stretch and possibly smoke.  Once completely immobile again, Mistress did not leave but went to the sink counter, seemingly looking for something.  Turning, She had a look about Her that spoke of Her anger.

“you failed to hold your urine.  Since your worthless cock cannot follow orders, it must be taught.”

Seeing my look of shock and fear, She smiled.

“This is going to hurt you much more than it will me.”

For a split second after the first stroke of Her short single-tail, I felt nothing.  Then pain, white hot searing pain to my most sensitive organ.  By the fifth blow, tears were flowing like a baby and I was able to say nothing except for groan and cry out.

“That was only five strokes toilet.  Nothing compared to what can happen if you do not obey again.  you did well to hold your speech though, slave, and I commend you for that.”

I was left to my pain; my poor cock throbbing.  A very strange thing happened though.  Although my dick felt as if it was on fire, it was beginning to rise again.  As Mistress walked by I heard a faint chuckle as She looked in and saw my hard on again.

“A toilet and a pain slut little bitch.  How interesting!!”

I had not thought myself to be a masochist but rather just someone with a desire to be owned by another in the deepest, most submissive way; someone who worshiped this Lady so much he (it) wanted to be nothing but a waste disposal device for Her.  Could it be that I was also a pain bitch too, at least Her pain bitch?

The remaining day went much the same, bored to death and sometimes dozing off in between brief moments of Mistress draining Her piss in to Her toilet.  Twice She left but I took comfort in Her earlier words.  Returning the second time, I surmised from the sounds She had brought dinner back again. 

A real toilet slave is mostly about managing boredom with occasional thrilling moments.  However, the thought of Her owning me so completely kept me aroused most of the afternoon and evening.  I felt as if I had a “hair trigger” and could explode at the slightest touch.  The blue balls returned even worse.  My balls continuously throbbing their dull ache straight to my brain.  It seemed to be getting up in the evening when Mistress again came to piss before releasing me.

“Five minutes toilet.  you may smoke if you wish.  Make sure you stretch and relieve yourself well.  This will be the last time until I awake in the morning.”

Once bound back in place, Mistress turned and shat again, though it was a small amount and was no problem to flush and clean Her.  At least I got something for supper I thought.  I then heard the water in the tub running though Mistress left.  She soon returned carrying some fresh sleeping cloths.  Mistress K undressed and I strained to catch a peek.  Sure, I had seen Her from under the toilet chair but this was different.  This was Her naked body not using me to dispose of whatever waste She needed to get rid of.  My hard-on got even worse, if that was possible.

Laying there, listening to Her clean Her Goddess body, I got more turned on than I have in my whole life.  Finally, not being able to stand it any longer, I exploded on to my stomach and chest.  Wow!!  I had never had an orgasm without touching before.  It felt as if my entire body was shaking with my release.  How could a release with no physical stimulation feel so good?  Then, as I came down from my high, another thought.  Oh shit, Mistress is going to kill me!!  And to top it off, my balls not only hurt, they seemed to be in agony from being so hard all day and finally releasing their contents. 

As Mistress dried Herself, She looked down at the pool of cum on my stomach and chest. 

“Well” was all She said. 

I was once more plunged in to darkness as Mistress left and went about whatever, leaving me with my cum to dry on my chest and stomach.  Once more before bed Mistress came in to pee but never said a word or even looked down at me.

Day 3

The next morning was much like the previous…up early, dying to move, feeling the incredible need to pee and poop, becoming excited about my forthcoming usage and dreading it at the same time.  The only addition was the fear of what Mistress K had in mind to punish me from the indiscretion the night before.

Mistress finally awoke and came rushing in to the bathroom.  She again deposited Her strong morning piss down the toilet which was just as pungent as ever!  She rose up and gave me one quick breath then sat and slid forward with Her anus over my mouth again.  Shit, a fourth feeding??  Mistress was straining a bit to push it out.  I could feel Her hole pucker in to my mouth and then retract.  Becoming quite desperate to breath, I figured I’d try to loosen Her up a bit so the next time Her ass hole pushed in to my mouth, I pressed my tongue in to Her.  This seemed to help Her relax and I was greeted with several of Her lumpy balls of shit.  They were actually quite easy to flush, especially after two days of eating nothing but Her shit and piss.  I was getting pretty good at this.  I licked Mistress clean once again with my toilet paper tongue and She left.  I had no urge to retch following my latest feeding; I was becoming a real toilet.  Of course, the act of worshiping my Goddess’s ass hole had caused me to become erect.

Mistress returned a few minutes later and began to release my bindings.  I noticed She was eating what looked to be a small candy bar.

“Ten minutes toilet.  No coffee, and a half of a smoke is all you are allowed.. and make sure to clean your toilet opening mouth”

Just as yesterday, the pain of standing up was incredible.  My lower back was stiff as hell and it felt as if fire was shooting through my arms and legs.  Even though I had a release yesterday, I really wanted to play with my cock as I was peeing.  I almost did, but figured somehow Mistress would know and there would be hell to pay.  Returning to my “post”, Mistress was already there waiting.  I was early and was a bit confused.

Once strapped back down, Mistress K produced several items from the sink counter behind Her.  My erection had finally gone down while peeing but was once again beginning to stir at Mistress K’s touch.  She reached down and slapped my balls hard eliciting a low moan from me.   She then held up for me to see a set of really evil looking Kali’s Teeth.  For those who don’t know, Kali’s Teeth are a chastity device made from cold steel with up to dozens of sharp points trapping the victims cock within once the hinged device is closed and locked.  Mistress K knelt by the bench and bound my dick at the base within Kali and I figured this would be the end of it.  She must be tired of my constant arousal even though She first said She wanted me to suffer extreme frustration. 

My thoughts were short lived though as Mistress then reached for some lotion on the counter.  What in the world was She up to?  Mistress placed a small amount of lotion on the most perfect hand ever created, knelt by the bench, and began to play with the head of my bound cock.  Oh Shit!!  My dick began to try and get hard at Her expert manipulations.  As it continued to grow, Kali started biting.  Harder and harder my dick tried to get and deeper and deeper Kali would sink her nasty teeth in to my most sensitive flesh.  I was in true pain by now… real no playing pain.  Mistress just kept on stimulating my tortured manhood, running Her fingers, moist with lotion, on the head, under the shaft, and stroking up and down just enough to provoke continued arousal with no means of release.  My eyes were locked shut to the pain, whimpers of agony and moans of arousal escaping from my throat.  I knew at any moment my dick would be impaled by the points, piercing my flesh thru.  Tears, both from frustration and agony, began to roll from my eyes.  How long could She, would She, keep this up? 

Finally, after what seemed like hours but had probably only been minutes, Mistress relented.  She left Kali in place while She washed the lotion from Her perfect hand and fingers.  Then, to my utter relief, She unlocked Kali. 

“Nice,” She said mostly to Herself, “what nice little dimples in to the flesh Kali can make.  No long term damage though.”

I figured Mistress K would now leave as She had done in the past but instead She reached back over to the counter and grabbed more items.  She again knelt by the bench and put a latex exam glove on and squeezed some more lotion from a different tube in to Her hand. 

With Kali gone, Mistress was able to jerk my cock in earnest.  The lotion felt cold, very cold, compared to the other one She used.  Then, to my horror, it began to heat up.  She squeezed more on to my dick and continued to jack my hard cock.  The burning was getting worse by the second.  Some of it found its evil way to my balls as well, leaving my whole crotch on fire.  The more pleasure She gave my cock with Her Goddess hand, the worse the fire burned my skin.  Somehow, someway, I just kept getting harder though and was nearing my release.  Mistress applied yet more of the balm to my cock and made sure to massage some in to my ball sack as well.  The latest onslaught left me bucking in my tight bonds trying to escape and tears flowing from my eyes.  A near continuous stream of crying and moaning came from deep within my soul.  Red… RED… kept going through my mind but I could not bring myself to say it.  Finally, I could no longer control my speech… I could hold back no longer… Ohhhh SHIT !!  Fuck it burns... escaped from my mouth before I could stop myself. 

Mistress seemed to ignore my indiscretion and continued Her task causing even greater volumes of heart-felt agony to be vocalized from deep with.  Mistress had reduced me to a whimpering and moaning mess, tears streaming down my face, while at the same time lost in the pleasure of Her hand moving about my manhood.  My balls were beginning to tighten and pre-cum felt as if it was flowing like a stream from my dick.  I was a mere seconds from my first stimulated release in two weeks.  Then…. Mistress stopped.  Her hand flew from my tortured cock in once quick motion, leaving me throbbing and on the verge of a huge release.  None would be forthcoming though.  My tortured and supremely frustrated cock just stood at its full attention, throbbing and twitching, seemingly looking for the object of stimulation it had been feeling while at the same time feeling as if it has been immersed in lava.  Mistress rose from Her position at the side of the bench, removed Her latex glove, and grabbed the single tail once more.  Three hard and vicious strokes were directed at my already tortured cock, causing me to literally cry out in agony (and frustration?). 

“The whip was for speaking… I don’t care what you may be enduring; you may never speak unless given permission, toilet.  The rest of your cock torture was due to your failure yesterday.  you may never find pleasure without MY permission!!  Period!!!  How dare you have an orgasm without permission, especially since you were not serving Me!  you are a toilet, and NOTHING more… DON’T forget that!!  you should only find pleasure in serving Me; you’re only gratification may come from consuming everything I decide to give you.”

With that, Mistress cleared Her nose with a deep sniff and spit in to my mouth.  Apparently not satisfied, She blew several times in to a tissue and held it open to me.

“Lick!”

Somehow, I found this to be even more repulsive than consuming Her shit but I licked the cloth clean of Her solid and semi-liquid offerings.

“I hope you’re little cock doesn’t blister... ha” She said as She closed the lid to the chair and left the room.

The burning had not dissipated after Her “massaging” of it.  If anything, it was burning even worse than before.  I could do nothing but lay there and suffer.  Tears still streaming down my cheeks and moaning occasionally.  I was sure that it would indeed blister and God knows what else.  It was finally softening, but that did nothing to alleviate the pain.  Time had gone by slowly all weekend, but bound with nothing to do except think about the fire in my crotch, minutes seemed like hours.  The more I tried to not think about it, the more it continued to hurt!  Would it ever stop burning?  Would it ever even be the same?

Suddenly, the light came on once more and Mistress K turned and slammed Her ass on my face.  With no warning, a flood of soft and semi-watery shit exploded in my toilet hole.  Swallowing it down quickly, as if consuming Her pee, was the only way to keep up.  And was it foul!!   More lumpy but very soft turds followed, coupled with a particularly nasty fart.  Duly flushed, I again cleaned Her ass as was the custom and She again left with no word or even a glance.  Ten or fifteen minutes later, She again came running in to the bathroom.  This time, depositing nothing more than shitty water with a few small lumps mixed in.  She did not wait for me to clean Her but rather got up and cleaned Herself with conventional toilet paper.  My stomach was starting to feel bloated and I hoped She was done for a while.  At least I had forgotten about my burning dick for a bit.

My reprieve was short-lived though, as She again shat foul water from Her ass in to the toilet a short time later.  Wow, I thought to myself, my mouth is no longer my mouth, even to me.  It is a toilet opening!  This time, I cleaned all around Her cheeks as well as the hole.  The foul liquid had made a bit of a mess on Her bottom.

The burning in my crotch had finally eased.  Two more times She came in over the next hour or two but each visit was not as bad and the preceding one.  She must be getting completely empty by now.  My stomach felt as if was going to burst and surly must have looked bloated.  Seven loads of shit, although not all of them totally solid waste, this weekend.  I never thought it would be more than two or the max three.  At some point, later in the afternoon, Mistress K came in, peed and shat a little more liquid with a couple very small balls, and looked down at me for the first time since my cock torture earlier in the morning.

“Times up, you will now be released.  Stretch, use the bathroom, shower, and brush your teeth.  After which, you may come in to the living room so we may chat.”

I hurried to do as She instructed.  Washing my face particularly well while in the shower and making sure my mouth was properly cleaned were my highest priorities.  I did not know how to dress or undress so I opted for a tee shirt and shorts.  I entered the living room and Mistress K was sitting in the recliner, Her bags already by Her side.  I took my seat in the floor at Her feet, nervous and fearful of Her evaluations.

The Offering

“What do you think about your service, toilet” Mistress questioned.

“I think that all in all, it went well Mistress.  However, only Your opinion counts.  Being a real toilet is mostly about boredom.  I found myself trying to listen and figure out what You were doing.  I longed to see You, even though I knew it would mean I would be consuming who knows what.  The thrill of seeing You again was what I looked forward to the most.  I am very sorry though, for my inability to not speak that one time and for not controlling my urges.”

“Well, all in all, you did very well, toilet.  you still have much to learn though.  you are right, you should not have lost control but I can understand, but not excuse, your outburst during your discipline.  I think you have high potential as a toilet and a slave” was Mistress K’s response.

“Mistress, I do worship You.  I only hope You may consider me as collared toilet potential.  As time went on, I began to see myself as not a slave but a toilet, my mouth not a mouth but a toilet pipe.  Although, the last few hours today were especially difficult.  What happened?  Did You get sick or something?”

Mistress laughed.  “No, of course not.  I decided that You were doing so well that I wanted to push your limits by taking Ex-Lax.  Normally, I would have waited until further along in your service to push you so hard, but I knew you could do it.  Someday, if I choose to own you, you may find yourself serving as a toilet to Myself and others and I needed to make sure you could handle it.  Any questions?”

“What are my chances of serving You, Mistress?  I long to be Your toilet… Your owned toilet.  Is there anything else I can do to prove myself to You?”

“I think you have the potential to be My toilet and My slave.  I do not want an answer right now.  I want you to think this over for a week.  I expect an answer next Sunday.  I will not own you completely right now.  If you agree, I will own you for an introductory period of six to twelve months, depending on how you do and what W/we decide.  I refer to this as Phase or Stage I.  If you agree, you will be given a ring to wear at all times.  This is your temporary collar.  When W/we meet, I will inspect your finger for tan lines as verification you have been wearing it.”

Mistress continued:  “you will be expected to serve Me one or two weekends each month, and some months maybe every weekend.  you should also be prepared for several long weekends and perhaps longer periods than that.  you should save some of your vacation time.  I will expect you to continue to maintain your job and you will be allowed to maintain your relationship with your mom, dad, and sister.  However, I and I alone own you!  You belong to me and I will do what I please with you.” 

Mistress K paused for a long second to let the point sink in, then continued.  “Most of the time, you will be nothing more than a toilet.  I will not speak to you while in service except for rare occasions when absolutely necessary.  Once bound under My ass, you will be nothing to me but an object I use.  you will not even be considered a slave, but a toilet that will consume everything I require to be flushed.  you may be used by more Mistresses than I.  From time to time, I host munches where my fellow Dommes and I get together to chat, compare notes, and torment different types of slaves.  During these meetings, you should be prepared to serve any of my Mistress friends who desire to sit.  I may also loan you to one or more of My friends to use you as well.  You will serve them in the SAME manor you serve me.  Additionally, you may be required to worship My feet and possibly the feet of the Others.  This will be a rare privilege.  Perhaps armpits too.  Be assured, though, that you will never worship our feet or any other body part fresh.  If you clean Our feet, they will be hot, sweaty and fragrant.”   

“I may discipline you from time to time, either for infractions or simply because I want to.  Perhaps I have had a bad day and need to take out my frustrations or maybe I just will want to torture you.  you will accept this punishment without hesitation.  you will cry, moan, and maybe scream.  Hopefully, if it reaches that point, you may even beg for mercy.  None will be given, though, unless you use the safe word.  The downside to the safe word is that I may, or may not, terminate the contract and banish you.  However, I do not discipline very often for no infractions.  I prefer to have a pain slave for such activities and you, My applicant, are going to be My toilet.  Nod if you understand, but do not speak yet.”

I understood what Mistress was saying, though the reality had probably not sunk in yet.  Thus, I nodded as if I really did comprehend what She was saying.

Smiling slightly, Mistress spoke again.  “your sexuality will no longer belong to you, either.  Although you may continue your relationship with your family, you MAY NOT have a girlfriend!  Serving Me is all you need.  you will be locked in chastity at ALL times.  you will wear an airport safe device that is serial numbered.  your life is not your own.  your life will be one of complete and total sexual frustration.  I alone will control when and how you may receive relief.  After all, you are My toilet.  The only pleasure you should desire is to serve under My ass.  I have several Mistress friends who have permanent chastity slaves as well.  As a reward to Their slave or slaves, I may require you to provide the slaves with oral relief.  I don’t care that you are not Bi or Gay.  you are a slave and if it pleases Me to have you suck another slaves cock and swallow all of their cum, you must do so without question!  Don’t be surprised if you may be required to service a Dom male friend in such as way either.  I will most likely allow you a sexual release from time to time as well, but that will be up to Me and Me alone.  It will come with some unpleasant stipulations as well, I’m sure.”

Continuing with Her thought:  “I see a bit of apprehension on your face.  you had better make sure this is what you want by next Sunday as their will be consequences for failure, refusal of orders, or quitting.  Once you enter in to the contract, you are Mine and I will own you for the time outlined.  At the end of the contract period, you will be given the opportunity to leave.  you will be presented with a choice at that time.  you will be allowed to leave Me as an owned slave, depending upon my mood, continue to serve in the Phase I capacity longer, or enter in to a Phase II contract.  W/we will discuss Phase II at another time.  It is much more stringent and much longer, probably a lifetime contract.  I may opt for a lifetime commitment to be a Phase III option, but I’m not sure right now.  Allowing you to stay at Phase I will depend on how you have done and if it pleases Me to allow you to do so, but it is highly unlikely.  If you decide to opt out and leave, I do not guarantee you will ever be able to serve Me again.  I will have put a lot of time and energy in to training you and I am ultimately looking for a long term slave.”

“Again, after you sign, you are My property… an object I use.  However, I will not put you in any real danger to your long term health.  I will promise that anyone you serve as either a toilet or a hole for a slave’s cock to enjoy will be free of all STD’s.  Just as I look after My car, home, toilet, or other objects I own, I will maintain you so that you remain in good working order.  I will look after your health and overall well-being just as I would any of My other property.  I will not, during Phase I, permanently mark you.  If disciplined, you will not be marked above the collar or below the sleeve lines as you are expected to maintain your professional job.  These facts will also be laid out in the contract.  Actually, one of the few ways for you to get out of My contract with no penalties is if I do not follow the very few stipulations I outline for Myself.  All bets will be off for Phase II though, and you can expect to be marked and branded as My property.”

“Now, how do I ensure you honor the contract?  First, I plan on interviewing you on video during the contract signing.  you will explain to the camera how you are a toilet and live to flush the bodily wastes from your Goddess. you will acknowledge that you are nothing more than a shit eating, and if Mistress desires, dick sucking slave whose only purpose in life is to be owned by Me.  During the day of signing, I will probably soil your whole face and require you to worship it while I take video and pictures of the act.  you will also provide me with the emails of your family, good friends, and employer.  The emails will be verified as authentic.  Should you try to exit the contract, except under the few exit provisions that will be provided, or commit a serious infraction during your ownership, I will email the materials to all on the list.  A serious infraction could be something such as outright refusing to serve another Mistress at My instruction, unauthorized removal of your chastity device for any reason other than medical, being untruthful or deceptive with Mistress, etc.  Additionally, although I am not in this for the money, you will be required to place a sum of cash in an account under My name.  I will not use this cash, it will be held in a sort of escrow account to help ensure your compliance.  I will be expending a lot of My precious time and energy to train you as a real slave so you represent an investment to Me.  As such, if the contract is broken for any reason other than the hold harmless exit clauses, I will keep the deposit as a level of compensation for My time.  If you fulfill the contract and do not proceed to Phase II, I will return it to you as you will have completed your obligations.”

“Clauses to terminate or exit the contract will include if I do not hold up the few stipulations I put on Myself, and medical issues.  If you or a member of your family requires you’re leaving due to a medical issue, W/we may either put on hold or terminate with no penalties the contract.  Depending on the situation, it is My discretion to determine if the contract should be canceled or simply put on hold until the situation is resolved.  These are the only outright ways to get out of the agreement with no penalties.  Loss of job or other life event will be dealt with as required after an evaluation of the situation.”

After another long pause, Mistress spoke again:  “OK slave, what do you think?”

“Mistress K, thank You for Your in-depth and clear outline of what will happen.  I believe I already know my answer but will formerly render my response as per Your instructions.  I can think of no greater honor, no better reward, than to be Your toilet, Mistress K.  You are my supreme Goddess and there would be no better fate for a slave such as me than to give itself to You… to be owned by You as a toilet and object to be used.  Some of what You outlined, servicing other slaves for their pleasure for example, is disturbing and not at all appealing.  However, i’m sure this is what You have in mind.  Mistress K, thank You for Your time this weekend!  The honor was all mine!  To even be considered by You as a collared slave is nothing short of a blessing.  Thank You, Goddess.”

“your answer was as I expected, toilet.  Under Me, you will find your real reason for living.  I have a couple of additional projects for you, though.  If you sign, you will quit smoking and break any caffeine habits you have.  you will be prohibited from consuming both under My contract.  you will also continue working on the design and function of the bondage bench.  I expect you to devise a way that you may pee while remaining bound to it.  I only want to need to release you for your bowel movements.  Pissing in place should not be a problem that cannot be worked out.  you are also required to work on your lung stamina as you need to be able to hold your breath for long periods.”

Rising from Her seat, “Very well, toilet.  Expect an email from Me either tonight or tomorrow.  It will contain the draft contract for you to review.  I expect no further contact from you until Sunday, when you will render your answer.”

I rose from my position, taking up Mistress’s bags as She made Her way to the door.  I, of course, opened it and followed Her to Her car.  I placed the bags in the back seat and opened Mistress K’s car door.  Standing in the driveway, I watched the most royal and divine creation I had ever known drive out of sight.

End Part One