About two years ago, I had answered an ad from a woman in a BDSM
newsgroup seeking a toilet slave. I was a virgin, as toilet slaves go.
Like that first time I
had been a toilet slave, I was scared to death, but now I came all this
way.
This time, I had arrived by air the previous day. I wanted to be
rested and fresh when he started my service. That’s why i arrived on
Friday and stayed in a hotel that night.
After being susma’s toilet two years ago, she had given me her business
card as she droveme back to the train station and had invited me to call
her. i called a week later, and we had started hanging out as equals
rather than BDSM master and slave. She had said that while she loved
having me as her personal toilet, she didn’t want her lover to be her
slave. After i became her lover, she wouldn’t even let him drink her pee.
So after two years, i had run my own ad to be a
toilet slave. Actually, i had only intended it to be a goof, just to see
if he would get any replies. But when i checked my e-mail, i was
stunned at the number of women who wanted to own a toilet slave! A lesbian
marathi-bangali couple had been the first to answer my ad, and here i
was. i had agreed to be their toilet slave for a whole week.
The door opened, and in it was framed a tall muscular black woman with a
crew cut of brightly dyed-orange hair. i recognized her from the JPEG
the couple had sent me. This was bhavna. Se was wearing black
saree.
She held the door open without saying anything, and i stepped in.
She closed the door and then shouted, “jasu! He’s here!”
A second later, another black woman came out of the hallway leading from
the other end of the trailer. jasu was not quite as tall or muscular as
bhavna. Her hair was all in long braids, and she had a nose ring. She
wore purple shorts and a red tank top. She walked over to the sofa,
plopped down, and glared at me.
bhavna sat next to jasu, putting her arm around the other girl and
giving her a kiss. She, too looked then up at me and glared at me.
Not knowing what to do, he walked over and sat in a chair facing them.
bhavna started questioning me, “So, you’s a toilet slave, huh?”
“I’ve been one before, yes.”
“So you got experience?”
“Yes, I have experience.”
“And you’s going to be our toilet slave for a week, until next Sunday,
right?”
“Yeah, that’s what we agreed to, isn’t it?”
bhavna then stuck her finger up her nose, swirled out around for a
moment, withdrew it, and then leaned forward and pointed at me.
“Suck my finger clean,” she commanded.
i leaned forward. On the tip of her finger was a big gray glob of
snot. i opened my mouth, leaned forward and closed my lips on her
finger and sucked the booger off her finger. i slid his mouth off her
finger, and sat back again.
bhavna and jasu just looked at each other and smiled.
bhavna looked back to me and said, “And you’s going back home
Sunday night?”
i swallowed her booger and answered, “Well, actually, I’m really
staying for two weeks.
jasu then whispered something inbhavna’s ear and they both laughed,
then kissed again.
“Something else,” bhavna continued, “We’re having a Sistah Munch next
Saturday night. And we want you to be the guest of honor. You okay with
that?”
i was speechless for a moment, “Uh, wow! Sure! But, uhm, since
I’ve never spoken with these other women, please tell them I can only drink
their piss, they can’t, you know, shit. Okay?”
bhavna and jasu whispered together back and forth for a few moments,
then Lakeisha spoke again, “You ready to get started now?”
“Yeah, I’m ready.”
The two women stood. bhavna walked down the hallway to the other end
of the house, whole jasustood glaring at me. i stood and
followed her and jasu followed me.
Like the device of two years ago, this on was also a padded wooden
platform, apparently custom-built. About six inches tall it was, two feet
wide, and about six feet long. At one end was a wooden box with a toilet
seat mounted on it. The seat was the height of a normal toilet. In the
middle of the surface was a hole with a plastic pan under the hole. She
leaned down and swung the box open. It was split and hinged horizontally,
the bottom of the box was padded and lined with plastic. There was a hole
on the upper half of the box, now swung open, revealing the underside of
the toilet lid. There was a half-circular hole in each of the box halves,
open to the padded platform. Instead of shackles, this one had a wooden
stockade for his ankles, and two smaller stockades that closed over his
wrists. All these restraints, and the head-box had clasps for padlocks.
And the padlocks were hanging open on all the clasps. Even the belt strap
buckles had padlocks on them.
bahvna handed me a plastic shopping bag and said, “Put
your clothes and stuff in this bag. You’ll get it back when you go.”
Steve obediently undressed and put his clothing in the bag while
both watched. Then, i sat on the platform, leaned back,
placed my head in the bottom-half of the open box, and placed his wrists
and ankles in the lower halves of the open stockades.
bhavna closed the stockade over my ankles, latched it, and clocked
two padlocks on the two clasps. Then she closed each of the two stockades
over my wrists, and locked the padlocks on the clasps on them. Next, she
buckled the straps over my chest and waist, and, again, latched the
padlocks on the belt buckles.
Next, she picked up a thing that looked like a length of white PVC pipe
with a 45 degree angle piece at one end. She slid the pipe between my
legs and then slid the angle piece completely onto my dick. The feeling
was strange, but not uncomfortable.
Finally, she lifted the top half of the head box and swung it closed
over my head. i heard her latch the latches and lock the two remaining
padlocks on the clasps. The inside bottom of the toilet seat was a
fraction of an inch from my nose. my face, it seemed was flush with the
toilet seat. His reflection was perfectly clear in the underside of the
plastic seat cover. He remembered his first thought the very first time he
was locked into one of these contraptions
bhavna lifted the lid of the toilet seat. i looked up at the ceiling
and then at her face, and it was really weird looking at her face from
below and upside down. Both women then left the room.
Like the first time, i tested the stocks. The first device two years
ago had had shackles rather than stocks. The stocks were less comfortable,
plus they were padlocked. Like before, he tried to squeeze his wrists out
of the stocks, but he didn’t have the leverage. Unlike before, he didn’t
panic. i sighed, yawned, and settled in to wait for my first use by one
of these two black women
It wasn’t long before my first use. jasu walked in about a half-hour
after i was installed. Without a word, she walked up to me, turned her
ass to me, and pulled her purple shorts down. Hi looked up into her tight
black ass hovering over him for a split second before she took a seat on
my face. i couldn’t help but notice how the blackness inside her
ass-crack was extra black against her black ass.
The view was short lived before her crotch was pressing against my
nose. jasu, on the other hand, immediately let her pee gush out into my
mouth without pause. Recalling my past training, i gulped it down as
rapidly as she filled my mouth, though it was a struggle to keep up with
her. She stood, reached between her legs with a wad of toilet paper, wiped
her cunt clean, then pulled her shorts up, and walked out of the room.
A little later, bahvna came to me with a full bladder and did the
same thing. i gulped it down without any problems.
Both women used me several more times that day. Neither of them had
said a word to me since they first shackled me into the toilet box.
bahvna and jasu stayed up late watching TV. jasu used me one last
time before going to bed.
and i soon fell asleep.
That night, i was startled awake, “…hey! Wake up! I got’a take a
wicked leak!”
One of them was standing over me naked. i could barely make out her
figure by the filtered street light. i thought it might be jasu but he
wasn’t sure. She turned and sat as mequickly opened my mouth to accept
her. She quickly emptied her bladder into my mouth, and i swallowed it
all without mishap. Then she stood and returned to bed.
i was awaken several more times during the night, each time, not sure
who it was.
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i awoke on day 2, Sunday, and he finally heard their bedroom door open. bhavna walked into
his room and sat on my face without comment. Then, having emptied her
bladder, she got up, wiped her pussy with a wad of toilet paper, and walked
out of the room.
Then it was jasu;s turn. She entered and sat on me felt odd
having jasu pee him just seconds after drinking from bhavna
A few hours went by. jasu and bhavna spent most of the time out in
the living room watching television together.
i hard footsteps approaching, and jasu entered. She dropped her pants
and sat in me again. Like before, she peed and then stood and walked out
of the room to return to watching television.
A little while later, bhavana entered the room. She stood there for a
second looking down at me. I looked back up and met her stare. At
that, bhavna broke eye contact, turned around, dropped her pants, and
sat.
Steve knew. i had experienced this before. Lakeisha was sitting more
forward on my face than before. my nose was inserted into her pussy, and
her anus was over my mouth. i could feel it quivering against my lips.
Then, an instant later, her asshole puckered out and my mouth was
immediately filled with a long thick one. It was too big to swallow, so i
tried to chew it. But an instant later, her asshole puckered out again,
and i got a second mouthful as big as the first.
i struggled to chew and swallow as much as i could before she pushed
out another huge log.
She did, too. my mouth was packed solid with her shit now, making it
even more difficult to chew and swallow. It didn’t help that his lungs
were screaming in pain to take a breath. i managed to chew and swallow a
little some more of it. Then a little more. And as he swallowed more and
emptied my mouth, it because easier to chew and swallow, but the pain of
holding his breath so long became nearly unbearable.
i swallowed a little more, and, _Oh shit!_ her asshole puckered out yet
again and she shit another lump into my mouth.
_How much shit does this bitch have up her ass?_ i asked my self. At
least it wasn’t a huge fat one like the last three…
remaining story will be in the next part reply me must women….
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