Mistress and John

Chapter 2

Richard aroused my slave by removing the weights and the cockring. He removed the butt plug from his mouth and unstrapped him from the bench.

“Mistress says I need to prepare you for toilet service. Follow me.”

Our house has a shower and laundry area in the basement. Richard led John downstairs and sat him in a chair.

He removed John’s hood. Richard wore a simple mask over his eyes to hide his identity. Using electric clippers, Richard proceeded to remove all John’s locks.

Richard cut the end out of a clear, plastic trash bag and then slid the bag over John’s head, covering his torso. Richard gathered the top of the bag around John’s neck and tied it in place with stretchable rubber exercise tubing. He then pulled the bag back up over John’s head and tied a second rubber tubing around his neck; essentially double sealing the bag around his neck.

Richard undid John’s cuffs only to refasten them in front of him.

Richard had the slave lie on his back on some towels on the floor. While feeding the open end of the plastic bag through the toilet seat, he placed a camping potty stool directly over the slave’s face. Using a large rubber band, he slipped the band down the length of the bag until it was just above the slave’s face. This created an hour glass shape that would help direct all deposits to the slave’s mouth and face. Richard then folded the bag over the outer edges of the seat.  Using a four foot length of rope, he drew tight the plastic bag surplus outside and underneath the toilet seat. This served to keep the bag up close to the slave’s ears, chin and face once it began to fill with waste.

As his Mistress, my plan was to immediately indoctrinate my toilet slave to the stench and the cold reality of actually being a toilet. I had saved my morning waste by going to the basement and pissing and shitting in a bucket.

Richard was finished preparing the slave for his toilet service. He looked down through the toilet seat and said, “This is Mistress’s business from this morning. Mistress said I should dump it in the toilet.” Richard unceremoniously dumped the rancid contents of the bucket into the toilet. The slave’s prone head was immediately surrounded by my cold piss. My excrement would flow where it wanted. Richard then closed the lid and turned the lights out, leaving slave John to deal with the matter in the dark.

I like Italian. For lunch, before John’s arrival, I had prepared and dined on a fancy salad followed by spaghetti and meatballs. It was my intention that this would serve as slave John’s supper; the recycled version.

When Richard returned from the basement, I asked, “Is my toilet ready?” He smiled and nodded, yes.

I walked to the bedroom and grabbed my corset. I had Richard lace me up tight. I put on the bra that John had seen in the photo. I skipped the boots though.

Helping me get dressed had aroused Richard. “Can I please tongue your ass?” Richard begged.

“I suppose.” I relented.

I leaned forward and let him clean my ass. He probed my asshole and tongued the tip of the stool within.

Five minutes later I said, “I’ve let you indulge yourself long enough, Richard.  I’m ready to relieve myself on our newest toilet.”

I flipped the switch at the top of the basement steps. The light served as my announcement of his imminent toilet service.

Turning my back to the stool, I reached down and lifted the lid, allowing my slave the only view he would enjoy of his Mistress. It was only my backside and much the same view as the photo I’d sent him. I stood there briefly and let him admire my form.

I don’t talk to my toilet slaves. That’s because they are toilets and toilets are inanimate objects. If he dared utter a word, I had my cane in hand to give immediate correction to his genitals.

Slowly I lowered my ass to the seat. I knew the anticipation of this moment was what my slave had been mentally focusing on for weeks. Sucking cock for me, taking it up the ass for me. Those things were all part of serving under a dominant Mistress. But this act he was about to perform, the privilege of consuming his Mistress’s shit and piss. I knew that in his mind, this was the supreme moment, the supreme test of his ability to serve his Mistress.

I knew the light would be shining through the plastic bag, illuminating the awesome wonder of my ass directly above him. I was patient and let him enjoy the moment.

Sometimes I mount the seat with the slave’s feet behind me. This time, his feet were in front of me. I leaned forward and grabbed several of his crotch hairs between my fingers and yanked them out. With the other hand, I did the same.  I dropped them each between my legs and into the toilet. I then released a steady stream of urine. I sensed activity below me. The slave was letting his mouth fill with urine, quickly swallowing, then, reopening his mouth for more.

The corset had compressed my bowels making me more than ready to defecate. I relaxed my sphincter and allowed the slave a glimpse of his next meal. I let a bit of the solid stool be expelled and then pinched it off. I waited another minute and repeated the process, pinching off a second morsel. I envisioned both quickly falling down the sides of the plastic and into his open mouth. Relaxing my sphincter once more, I released the entire turd. I felt it slowly issue from my ass until there was no more. Richard had provided me with toilet tissue. With two sheets, I rose up a bit from the seat and wiped my ass and then dropped the tissue into the toilet. I pissed a bit more then wiped my pussy with more tissue, dropping it in the toilet.

I closed the lid and started back upstairs. I left the light on so my slave could study and worship the special offerings from my body. My time on the toilet had taken at most ten to fifteen minutes. He would have all night to savor it.

An hour later, I said to Richard, “Go down stairs and put the adult diaper on him.”

I had ordered John to fast from midnight before his arrival but I was certain by now his bladder would be causing him some major discomfort.

“Can I use him as a toilet, Mistress?” Richard asked.

“No. Not this trip. We’ll wait to see if he if he asks me for a return visit. If he does, we’ll know then that he has a real appetite for shit. Then I may let you use him.”

“Can I give him a blowjob Mistress?” Richard asked.

“That’s nice of you to offer. Although, I know it’s only for you own selfish, cock-sucking desires. Yes, you may. But make sure you use a condom. When he gets off, empty the contents into the toilet then close the lid and turn the lights out. Don’t forget the diaper.”

The next morning was no different than any other morning. As soon as I rose from bed I needed to piss. The trip to the toilet would simply be a bit further today.

Once again I let the basement light announce my entrance.

The toilet was still where it was supposed to be.

I raised the lid and sat down.

I allowed no time for him to study my ass before unleashing the contents of my bladder.

I tissued off and dropped it. Closed the lid and returned upstairs.

I grabbed a cup of coffee and went outside to the patio to have a cigarette.

I hadn’t actually eaten a meal last night. I ended up snacking on this and that.

Now, a half an hour after my morning coffee, I was ready for my morning bowel movement.

I grabbed the ashtray off the patio table and headed downstairs. I lifted the toilet lid and dumped the contents of the ashtray in the toilet. I then, once again, seated myself on the toilet.

I released an audible, and subsequently foul smelling, bubble of gas.

Once again, I let my slave take the time to study the wonder of a woman’s ass who is about to take a shit on him.

Eventually, I relaxed my sphincter and let a solid stool slowly issue from my ass and drop off. My morning movement may start solid but it typically does not end that way.

I felt the pressure in my rectum. The remainder of my waste had moved into position and was waiting to be expelled. I forced myself to hold it back, allowing my slave time to consume what had just been presented to him.  I knew what was awaiting him and I had no intention of trying to restrict it once it started to flow.

I let my asshole open, releasing a mixture of soft turds and liquid excrement. I spent several minutes expelling it all, allowing him ample time to behold my ass for what might be his final glimpse. I rose up a bit and wiped my ass twice with tissues, dropping them in. I released a small stream of piss and wiped there also.

I closed the lid and returned upstairs.

I would give John another hour to endure his position as a toilet slave. My obligations to him had been fulfilled. There would be no parting pleasantries between Mistress and slave. I would send Richard downstairs to handle the cleanup of John and all the mess. Richard would escort him out the garage door to his clothes and bid him goodbye.

Right now, I think I’ll have another cup of coffee and a cigarette and check out the contents of the gift bag John brought me. Then I’ll check my email.

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- Boil one cup of water.

- Add two tablespoons of potato starch to a cup of cold water.

- Stir the cold water into the hot one and wait until it boils again. Remove from heat and let cool.

- When cooled, you can stir in a tablespoon of whole milk for color and one third teaspoon of salt and whatever else you (dis)like.