The Toilet
Part 1
Her instructions had been quite explicit, to exit the bus and walk down Fortuna
street to the Shell station that was in view two blocks away. In the alley
behind the station I found five cars parked in the shadows where she had
directed me to go. I hesitantly pulled out the key she had sent to me. As she
had commanded, I began trying it in the trunk locks of the cars, it opened the
trunk of the fourth car I tried it on. The car had no plates on it. She had
notified me to find the car the key went to, open the trunk, get in and close it
behind me, leaving the key in the lock.
My heart raced as I stood there looking around, but nobody was in sight. I knew
that my life would never be the same if I did what she had commanded, but I was
unable to defy her. So I sat down in the trunk, covered my face with the
blacked out divers mask I found lying there as she had ordered, laid down inside
and slowly pulled the lid shut. As the lock clicked tight I panicked, and
wanted to scream out, but I was so terrified that I couldn't utter a sound. I
laid there frightened over what I had done.
It seemed like an hour I was so scared, but shortly thereafter I heard the click
of a woman's high heels approaching, the key being pulled from the lock, then
the sound of license plates being placed on the vehicle. Finally, I heard the
driver's door open and close. The engine roared to life, and the auto began to
move trough the alley as I heard a woman's voice state unsympathetically "We're
glad you came slave."
For about two hours we traveled along freeways and winding roads until we
arrived at our destination. When the vehicle stopped, except for the sound of
crickets, there was complete silence. The door opened, then I heard the woman
ask, "Do you have the mask on?"
"Yes," I replied.
She then told me to lie facing the back seat, and to put my hands behind my back
which I did. The trunk lid opened and a pair of handcuffs were placed on my
wrists, securing them behind my back. Then she and two other women pulled me
from the trunk and stood me on my feet. The two women proceeded to lead me away
through the cool night air by the arms, and shortly before we entered a house I
heard the automobile's engine start, then the sound of it driving away.
Once in the house, I was led down a long flight of concrete steps to a basement
deep below the house. My wrists were then freed from the handcuffs, and I was
told to remove the mask. I found myself in a very large, windowless, dank
basement. It was dark except for a candle burning in the corner where I had
been brought. Before I could familiarize myself with the new surroundings, I
was told to remove my clothes.
It was quite humiliating to see that the "women" who were attending to me were
in fact young girls, about twenty years of age. As I was removing my clothes, I
noticed that near my feet a two-foot length of heavy chain extended from the
floor, the remainder of it having been encased in the solid concrete floor.
Then
out of the darkness appeared a tall, very muscular, well-built woman in thigh
boots. She held a ring-like metal contraption in one hand, a long leather whip
and a long, fat strap-on dildo in the other. The sight of this whipmistress
terrified me, I could not suppress my trembling.
She instructed me to step over to, and straddle the chain on the floor, put my
hands on the back of my head, and to not move them for any reason. She ordered
me to lower my eyes to the floor, I did so immediately. One of the young girls
then stepped up to me, placed one palm on my chest to steady me, tightly grasped
my testicles with her other hand, then said "Don't move your hands!" to me as
she yanked downward on my balls viciously.
I let out a gasp and a loud whimpering groan as she brought me to my knees
unceremoniously. "Did that hurt?" she asked, as the other girl moved around
behind me. I was too scared to answer, so I just knelt there sobbing. The two
girls then began to manipulate the device that the woman had handed to them.
They placed it about my neck, as I realized that it was a steel collar with
cuffs chained to it which they fastened firmly about my neck and wrists. The
wrist cuffs were each attached to the collar by a foot of chain so that my hands
were restricted to the vicinity of my face. I was powerless to escape from the
fetters. I once again bowed my head and began to tremble in anticipation of the
humiliation and chagrin that was to come.
"I want you to beg me to release you" the taller of the young girls said to me.
I stammered, unable to say anything.
"You have disobeyed me" she sneered. "Look at me!" she directed, as she
positioned herself in front of me. When I did look up, she was wearing the
dildo, tying her flowing hair back as the other girl rubbed lubricant on the
head and shaft of her perennial erection. It was strapped firmly onto her
vibrant, athletic body.
I began to proffer pleadings, but was too scared to make any sense.
"You deserve discipline!" she decreed as she reached down and fed one end of her
heavy leather leash through the ring at the front of my collar. She paired the
ends together, doubling it up lengthwise, then tugged on it, dragging me over to
the "rape chair." She pulled me up onto the metal frame, and securely tied the
leash off, out of my reach. I was forced into a wide-open position on the
frame, only able to grasp hold of the rung near my forehead as I tried to
relieve the pull of the collar on my neck. The girls then pulled my knees up
toward my chest and suspended me with heavy straps under my thighs, designed to
keep me off balance and immobile.
Finally they brought my ankles even further forward and secured them with cuffs,
leaving my feet suspended in mid-air. Perched in this "doggie style" position,
I was helplessly vulnerable. "You are here until you learn to obey unerringly
and without hesitation" she specified. The other young girl then retrieved a
gag and fitted it to my head, pulling its straps so tight that my mouth was
completely sealed. "You will not be released until then" the girl added. The
next thing I knew a bridle was being attached to the ring on the rear of the
collar, then left lying across my back. I felt the girl grab hold of my ass
cheeks and pull them
apart as the head of the dildo touched my rear orifice. She then firmly grasped
my hips in her hands and thrust forward powerfully as she mounted me, driving
her stiff, fat, 10" long rubber cock up my virgin hole in one savage,
penetrating stroke. My eyes bulged, and I let out a muffled whimper as I jerked
helplessly about, in a futile attempt to escape her cruel onslaught. She
continued to unmercifully and energetically hammer me, bringing her lithe pelvis
in contact with my buttocks with almost every thrust as she kept a taunt grip on
the bridle from my collar. I noticed that there were now nine women and girls
standing about, observing my predicament which entertained them.
When the fifth woman had finished raping me for the pleasure and entertainment
of the other ladies, she removed me from the frame and dragged me back to where
I had been collared. There the whipmistress grasped the open lock that hung
through the last link of the two feet of chain stretching from the floor. In
one fell swoop she laced it through the ring on the front of my collar and
snapped it shut. I was left lying on the floor blithering, whimpering, and
incoherent. I was sobbing in delusional agony at the dilemma I was facing.
Then a spreader bar was lowered from the ceiling, and the whipmistress attached
one end of the bar to one of the ankle cuffs. She and another woman then
forcibly spread my
legs painfully wide as the other ankle cuff was attached to the opposite end of
the lengthy spreader bar, leaving me face down, my feet suspended in the air.
The whipmistress then began to whip my buttocks freely. I struggled against the
lashes, but to no avail. I couldn't avoid them, and I couldn't plead for mercy
through the tight gag. I was completely at her mercy, and there was none. She
ordered me to shut up and quit resisting, but I couldn't, so she just whipped me
harder and harder and harder until my ass was covered with stinging, burning
welts. I could no longer see because tears were flowing like a river and my
voice was nothing but muffled, whimpering garbles.
The whipping had ceased for about five minutes when one of the other women came
up and addressed the whipmistress, "May I borrow your slave for a while, I need
to teach him something." This other woman then positioned me so that I was face
up, back on the floor, with my ankles hanging from the spreader bar. Then she
reached for an electrical shocker, applied it to my penis and pressed the
switch. My body convulsed with the agony of the powerful jolt. I reached out
frantically to stop her, but my hands could only move to the middle of my chest.
My head thrashed from side to side as I was driven temporarily insane by this
incredible torture, but there was nothing I could do to thwart her
entertainment. She looked down at my protruding eyes and frantic face and
smiled as she said, "Look he enjoys this!" With that she held the head of my
cock in the fingertips of her free hand, then pushed and held the switch on
again as she ran the electrodes up and down the length of my penis.
Then she clutched the base of my penis between her thumb and forefinger and
held the switch on again as she ran the electrodes back and forth across the
head of my penis repeatedly as I thrashed about. When she stopped, I was
gasping, and writhing in pain from the excruciating shocks. She lowered my feet
to the floor, then sarcastically stated "Don't go away, I'll be right back", as
she disappeared into the darkness. While she was gone, another woman picked up
the candle from the table and approached me with it. She knelt down and grasped
my penis with her free hand and inverted the burning candlestick, causing it to
flame up. The hot wax began to rapidly drip from the enlarged flame. She held
the tip of the dripping candle over the head of my punished cock and rotated the
candle in her hand to make the flow of wax maximize. Once she had coated the
top of my cockhead, she bent my penis back and dripped the searing hot wax over
my glans, enjoying the trauma she was subjecting me to.
A couple of minutes later the other woman reappeared with a steel plate, baby
bottle and a riding crop. She removed the gag from my mouth, released my ankles
from the spreader bar, then asked me, "Would you like for me to massage your
cock with that shocker again?"
"NO, NO, PLEASE!" I exclaimed, begging her not to use it on me again. My voice
warbling, tears profusely streaming from my eyes.
"Then you will need to learn to obey me" she said.
"I never disobeyed you Mistress!" I exclaimed.
"You had better obey me without question in the future" she said.
"Yes ma'am" I concurred.
She handed the plate to me and said "I need to take a shit, and I want all of it
on this plate. Do you understand?" she asked. I lowered my head and nodded
obediently. The other women gathered around to watch the spectacle.
She turned around and hiked her skirt, revealing her bare buttocks, then
squatted right in front of me. "Are you ready Toilet?" she asked.
"YYY...Yes Mistress" I replied. I held the plate beneath her, watching her anus
open up as she let out a sigh of relief and delivered a fat, 12 inch long, hard,
chunky slab of her warm "fudge" onto the plate I was holding.
After a few seconds she told me to put the plate down. Then she raised up a bit
and said, "Pull my cheeks apart and lick my asshole clean."
I struggled against my wrist restraints to gently separate her cheeks so I could
lick her butthole clean. Then I released her cheeks and bowed my head as she
stood up and dropped her skirt. She turned around, then I felt the sharp sting
of the crop against my left cheek which made tears well up in my eyes
immediately. I trembled as she asked, "Don't you know how to show appreciation
for being granted the privilege of licking my asshole clean?"
"YYY...Yes ma'am" I stammered as I tried to keep from weeping openly. Then she
used the end of the crop under my chin to lift my head up until I was looking
her straight in the eyes as she asked, "Why didn't you suck my asshole out
instead of just licking my cheeks clean?"
I knelt there too scared to respond.
She continued, "When you have the honor and privilege of using your tongue as a
woman's wipe you had better learn to dive it deep into her and lick and suck her
hole completely clean before you kiss her cheeks clean."
"Yes Mistress" I retorted, afraid to say another word as the other women stood
there giggling to themselves.
"Hold that plate in your hands" she ordered. I struggled to lean over and pick
it up without further hesitation, my hands tethered only a foot from my chin.
"NOW EAT IT!" she exclaimed!
I trembled at the thought.
"OPEN YOUR MOUTH" she ordered as she nudged my head forward with her crop,
pushing my agape lips right to the surface of her delicacy on the plate.
"TAKE A BIG BITE" she directed.
My tongue slipped between it and the plate, lifting it up and guiding it past my
lips and into my mouth until I possessed a mouthful and could take no more.
Then I bit through the chunky slab and closed my lips. She then used the crop
under my chin to push my head back, and then around, so that I was looking up at
all the women there as she said, "Chew with your mouth closed and don't stop
until I tell you to!" I dutifully obeyed, chewing her chunky present into a soft
mush for what must have been five minutes. Then she stood in front of me,
playing with the shocker she had so earnestly tortured me with, and gave her
harshest order yet.
"SWALLOW IT TOILET!" she demanded to the accompaniment of giggles and laughter
from the other women. I had no choice but to flush her shit down my throat,
into my stomach. Tears of humiliation and shame flooded my eyes and my body
trembled as I heard her say "TAKE ANOTHER BITE TOILET, and if you don't chew
each bite as well as you did that first one I will torture you with this
shocker well beyond your wildest imagination."
There was no alternative but to obey. When I was half-through with my service
she took the large baby bottle, squatted down and placed it between her lips.
Soon the sound of her hot pee filling it up was heard. She stood up and
replaced the nipple on the top of the bottle. Once I had swallowed the last of
her gratuity,
she said "Tilt your head back and close your eyes."
Once I had, she placed the nipple onto my mouth and said "Hold onto this, but
don't open your eyes or move your head until it is empty. Suck it dry, washing
your mouth and throat out with it as you swallow." Once it was empty, I removed
the bottle from my mouth and lowered my head.
The younger of the girls who had escorted me into the house was the only one
still there. I begged her to release me, tears streaming from my eyes as I
begged and pleaded with her for my emancipation. She coldly told me that she
had no intention of releasing me, and couldn't even if she wanted to. She
informed me that the only lady who had a key to the lock on my collar was the
whipmistress.
"You don't understand, do you?" she said, "You were brought here to learn how to
serve and YOU WILL NOT BE RELEASED until you have completed the training. You
will NEVER eat anything else while you are here. This is only the beginning, in
time you will learn to accept your place here." She picked up the shocker, then
said "Get your plate Toilet, I have something for you." Then she turned around,
hiked her skirt and squatted over the plate I was holding so obediently. . .
