Eternal Toilet Slave
My lungs were screaming for air, and yet she sat there looking down at me with that stupid grin.
The pain! The pain! My lungs were in searing agony, but I couldn't exhale.
The stabbing pain in my lungs lasted for a seeming eternity while she just sat on me, then I started feeling groggy. The pain started to subside and I started to relax.
I heard a hazy ringing way off in the distance. Where was I? Something brushed against my face. Something cold and wet. My eyes began to focus and I started to cough uncontrollably while Erica stood over me splashing me with cold water.
I wheezed a few more times, catching my breath, gasping in sweet cool air.
"Yes!" Erica said. "It works. Did you hear it just before you passed out?"
"I didn't hear anything."
"You didn't? It was loud enough to wake the dead!"
"Well, I guess that's good. By the way, do I need my hands shackled. I'd like to be able to--well--you know."
"Hmmm," she said. "You've never been a slave before, so there's a few things you need to learn. I'm pretty lenient, especially while you're new, but the others won't be."
"No? What about Julie?" I couldn't wait for Julie to get home and see me as her toilet slave.
"Ha! Julie's the hardest to please of all."
"Really?" I said.
"You have a lot to learn about being a slave, Jeremy."
"What's there to learn? Just drink your pee when you sit on me, right?"
"Well, the first thing you need to learn is respect. From now on, our last names are Erica, Julie, Laurie, Darcie, and Francesca. Our first names are all the same: Mistress."
"Okay Mistress Erica," I said. "I can deal with that."
"Good. The next thing to learn is gratitude."
"Well, I'm certainly grateful."
She slapped me gently and said, "Grateful, _who?"_
"I'm grateful, Mistress Erica."
"That's better. But you have to say 'Thank you'."
"Okay! Thank you, Mistress Erica."
"Good, but what are you thanking me for?"
"For letting me be your toilet slave, Mistress Erica?"
"Actually, I was referring to helping you test your blood-oxygen sensor."
"I see. Well, thank you for helping me test my blood-oxygen sensor, Mistress Erica."
"And you must thank us for allowing you to please us every time."
"Yes, Mistress Erica."
"Now, to answer your question. You don't need to pleasure yourself; letting us use your mouth as our toilet is all the pleasure you need."
"I see, Mistress Erica."
"Are you forgetting to say something?"
"I don't know, Mistress Erica."
She slapped me gently again. "You must thank me for giving you that explanation. And you must thank me for punishing you when you err."
"Oh," I swallowed. "Thank you for the explanation, Mistress Erica. And thank you for punishing me."
"Now hold your mouth open. I need to pee."
Erica sat on my face again, this time with her pussy over my mouth. Her muff was pressed gently against my nose, so I could breathe somewhat through her muff hair, though the airflow was restricted.
She looked down at me and said, "Now, Jeremy, swallow while I pee so your mouth doesn't overflow."
I couldn't answer, so I just lay there as she peed into my mouth. It wasn't at all like when Julie pissed when she orgasmed. That was just a little pee. Erica sent a torrent of hot salty piss splashing against my tongue, quickly filling my mouth. It was near impossible to swallow while on my back and struggling to breathe. I gulped a little down, then a little more, but she was filling my mouth faster than I could swallow.
My mouth was nearly full when she finally stopped peeing.
"Swallow it all, then lick me clean," she said.
I struggled and got it all swallowed, then I licked her pussy a few times as another tiny drop of pee trickled from her clit onto my tongue.
She stood and looked down at me. "Now what do you say, Jeremy?"
"Thank you for letting me drink your pee, Mistress Erica?"
Without answering, she closed the lid onto my face and left the bathroom, plunging me into darkness.
Hours passed in silent darkness. I stayed hard the whole time. I wanted to spank the monkey so bad, but I was utterly immobile while my arms and wrists were held down securely.
At least I was thankful that they had hooked me up to the plumbing. I emptied my bladder into that pipe.
Some time later, I heard footsteps, and the light came on. Someone flipped the lid up and I saw Julie, in a similar outfit as when I met her in Eddie's Friday night, looking down at me.
"Hi Julie!" I said, so happy to see her again.
Without a word, Julie reached up and opened that cabinet door, removed sort of leather strap, and slapped me with it. "Didn't Mistress Erica explain how to be a proper slave?" she scolded me.
"Yes, Mistress Julie," I gasped.
She slapped me two more times, back and forth, sending daggers through my cheeks and face. "That's for making me pass out when you fucked my mouth the other night!"
Then she slapped me four more times. I screamed at the searing pain in my face. "And that's for the pain when you fucked my ass!"
"But you asked me to do those things, Julie!"
She slapped me four more times, screeching, "Shut up! You don't talk unless I tell you to talk! And when you do talk, you address me properly! Do you understand?"
"Yes, Mistress Julie," I whimpered, suddenly wondering if I had made a terrible mistake. My cheek burned where she struck me.
Julie pulled her pants down, turned, and sat on me. It was good to taste Julie's hairy pussy again, but not like this. As Erica had done earlier, Julie flooded my mouth with her hot salty piss. I struggled to swallow while she peed, and she, too, stopped just before overflowing my mouth.
Then she sat there and waited. I swallowed her pee, and licked her clit clean. Then she stood and glared down at me as if waiting for something.
I saw her reach for that strap when I remembered. "Thank you for letting me drink your pee, Mistress Julie."
Without a word, she put the strap back, closed the toilet lid on my face, and left.
Not too much later, someone else came into the bathroom and opened my lid. I think it was Mistress Laurie.
"Hi, Jeremy," she said.
"Hi, Mistress Laurie."
"Oh, between me and you, drop that 'Mistress' shit. It's just 'Laurie'."
I brightened. "Okay, Laurie. Thanks! It's good to have someone nice here. I thought Julie was my buddy in all this, but, well..."
She pulled her stockings and panties down, lifted her dress and sat on my face. Before my eyes was an utterly shaved crotch. Her skin felt wet and rubbery against my lips.
She leaned down and said, "Julie was only out scouting for our next toilet slave. I hope you didn't get too attracted to her that night." Then she whispered, "She's a wild one; don't piss her off."
I kind'a did get attracted to her, but I didn't tell that to Laurie. "Okay," I said. "So forget about getting anywhere with Julie again?"
"Yup!" she said.
Then she, too, flooded my mouth with her hot pee.
After swallowing and cleaning her, she stood and said, "I think you'll make a good toilet, Jeremy."
"I'll try. Thank you, Laurie."
Laurie just smiled, closed the lid and left.
A little later, I smelled food cooking downstairs, and I was so hungry. I wondered when they were going to feed me. Where they really going to keep me locked in this wall permanently?
Somewhat later, Mistress Erica returned and peed. I pretty much had the routine down. But when she finished peeing and I finished licking her clean, she slid forward on my face instead of standing. My nose was instantly engulfed by her pussy crack. What was she up to?
I felt something quiver against my lips. Oh! God! No! Not that! She grunted and something puckered into my mouth, and suddenly swelled out as a large mass slid into my mouth and dropped to the back of my throat. I started pulling against my bonds with all my might, as her anus puckered again and another mass oozed into my mouth.
"Jeremy," Erica said from above, "you better swallow to keep up, or I'm going to fill your mouth before I'm done."
I never agreed to eat your shit, bitch! Oh, God!
She grunted again and shit another lump into my mouth just then, packing my mouth full of her shit. At that time, my lungs were starting to beg for another breath, but I was being suffocated by her ass and pussy.
If she shit another, it would have no place to go. I had no choice. I forced some of the sticky mass down my throat. She grunted yet again, and the mass of shit in my mouth swelled, puffing my cheeks out, and cramming my mouth full of her shit.
My lungs were screaming for air at that point, and I knew I'd be messed up if I passed out with my mouth packed with shit.
I choked more of her sewage down my throat when she grunted, and the pressure increased in my mouth, and some of the mass of shit forced its way down my throat.
Then, oh man, she did it again! That mass of shit forced partly down my throat grew and slid even further. My lungs were burning in agony, and I knew I only had a few seconds of consciousness left.
Then she lifted her ass off me slightly.
"Jeremy," she said, "take a breath and swallow."
"Now another," she said.
I gradually caught my breath and swallowed all her shit. Then she sat back down. "Now you must lick my anus clean," she said.
Oh Gross! She wants me to lick her asshole right after she took a shit--into my mouth. Oh, man!
"What are you waiting for, Jeremy?"
I licked her asshole, cleaning around it as best I could, then waited for her to get off me.
"Stick your tongue inside me," she said. "Clean me good."
I stuck my tongue up her rectum like I was fucking her ass with my tongue. Just like I did with Julie. She finally stood and pulled her panties and slacks up.
"What do you say, Jeremy?"
"Thank you, Mistress Erica. But can I ask something?"
"Ordinarily, you may not. Other than saying 'thank you,' you may speak only after being spoken to. But I'll let you ask. What is it?"
"I didn't know I'd have to eat your shit too, Mistress Erica. I don't want to do that again. Can you let me out of this thing?"
She sighed. "I'm sure Mistress Julie explained your duties before she asked you to be our toilet slave."
"No, she didn't say anything at all about eating shit."
"Are you calling Mistress Julie a liar?"
"No, Mistress Erica."
"But Mistress Erica, I didn't know it would be so bad. I changed my mind. Let me out. Please!"
"I can't let you out. That has to be voted on by the household."
"I see. Thank you, Mistress Erica."
Erica's shit sat heavy in my stomach. I felt like puking, and almost lost it a couple of times. But I figured I'd be beaten so badly if I made a mess, so I struggled to keep her shit down. My stomach finally settled a little later.
It was a couple of hours after I ate Erica's shit before I was used again. Julie came in and peed. Other than me saying, "Thank you for peeing in my mouth, Mistress Julie," not a word was said between us.
I didn't know how late it was, but it seemed pretty late. I heard voices come into the bathroom together. The lid lifted and I saw two more vampiresses, they had to be Darcie and Francesca.
"What do you think, love?" Darcie said to Francesca.
"I guess he'll do," Francesca answered. "I'm sick of peeing down the shower drain, sweet."
Darcie said, "Well, I'm sick of shitting in the guest bathroom."
"So you wanna go first, love?" Francesca said.
"I gotta take a wicked shit," Darcie said. "You go first, honey."
I groaned inside.
Francesca pulled her panties off and lifted her skirt. Her muff was as thick as Erica's and Julie's. But--oh gross! Her legs were hairy! Her black skirt was draped over her lap, and blocked my view, so I couldn't see past her crotch.
I was getting used to this. She flooded my mouth with a continuous stream of hot pee while I swallowed.
She finished, I licked and she stood.
"Thank you, Mistress Francesca!" I said.
"Thank me for what?" she barked.
Darcie grabbed that leather strap out of the cabinet and slammed it across my face.
"I'm sorry, Mistress Francesca! What did I say wrong?"
Darcie slapped me again.
"What are you thanking me for?"
"For letting me drink your pee," I said.
"Then say it!"
"Thank you for letting me drink your pee, Mistress Francesca."
Then Darcie sat on me. Oh gross, again! Her legs were as hairy as Francesca's! I shuddered, knowing what she said she needed to do while she sat on my face with hairy legs. Oh, God!
I heard a slow "hisss" come from behind Darcie, and felt a warm breeze against my neck. Then Oh, God! It was one of those strong nasty farts. It stank--it stank--it stank! Then she peed. After swallowing her pee, she slid forward with her anus over my mouth.
Her sphincter puckered and filled my mouth to capacity with hot, syrupy, lumpy glob--the kind that's pale and stinky.
I just knew that Darcie would have no compassion, and would probably spit more wet shit out of her ass any moment. I forced myself to swallow, since her waste already packed my mouth completely full.
Of course, she did. I swallowed. She shit a little more. I swallowed. Then she waited.
I slowly swallowed her messy shit and nearly got it all down when she pulled her skirt back, looked down at me and yelled, "C'mon you stupid turd! Fucking swallow my filth already and clean me!"
I swallowed it all and licked her anus clean, thoroughly licking around it and up into it.
She stood. I could barely stand the stench that came from my mouth.
Wheezing and struggling to hold my puke reaction in, I said, "Thank you, Mistress Darcie."
She slammed that strap across my face.
"Yeow!" I cried.
"Thank me properly!"
"Thank you for letting me drink your pee."
She slapped me again with the strap. "What else did I feed you, turd?"
"And thank you for letting me eat your shit."
She slapped me with the strap yet again. "That's for taking so fucking long to swallow and clean me!"
She slapped me still again. "And that's just because I felt like it!"
Francesca took the strap from Darcie's hand and then she, too, slapped me as hard as she could. "That's for making Darcie angry!"
Francesca hung the strap back up in the cabinet and said to Darcie, "Mmmmm. I like it when you're angry."
They walked out of the bathroom in a passionate lip-lock.
A little later, Erica and Laurie came into the bathroom. "Did you give the toilet slave his pills yet?" Laurie asked Erica.
"No, I thought you did."
"Oh. I guess we need to set up the rotation again." Laurie reached into the cabinet door over me and took out a couple of bottles of pills. She poured one pill from each bottle and reached down to me. "C'mon! Open up!" she said.
I panicked. I never did drugs. "What are they for?" I asked.
Erica answered for her, "One's a multi-vitamin, and one's a broad-spectrum antibiotic. You'll get one of each every night. Now open up!"
I opened up and swallowed the two pills. They each peed, and then they left for bed, plunging the bathroom into darkness.
The bathroom had a dim nightlight somewhere. Some of them came to pee a few times during the night, but the light was too dim to recognize faces. Maybe in time, I'll learn to recognize them just by their crotches.
Each time, I just said, "Thank you for letting me drink your pee, Mistress." And that seemed to satisfy them.
My first morning as a toilet slave brought a rush of activity to the bathroom.
Erica came in wearing just a terrycloth robe, then hung her robe on a hook and peed while some others were in just their panties, doing something at the sinks. Erica stood, got something then sat back down on me, but not covering my nose. She leaned forward, letting her tits dangle just above my face, and was sliding her arms around. After about a minute of this, she sat up and immediately leaned forward again. She moved her arms up and down to a scraping noise. As she squirmed around on me, her crotch pressed up against my nose from time to time, making me breathe in spurts. She spent the next five minutes or so slowly shaving her legs before she was done.
But she didn't get off me right away. She leaned back and stuck her finger in her bellybutton. She dug around and pulled out a fingerful of glop and slid back and said, "Lick my finger clean."
Oh gross! But with a naked woman sitting on my face, I had no choice. I licked the nasty goo off her finger and swallowed. Then she did it again. And again.
Then she stood off me.
A moment after Erica left, Darcie and Francesca came in naked. Wow! What a sight to be lying on my back in a bathroom full of naked women, all of them doing all kinds of feminine hygiene stuff!
Francesca came to me and sat on me. After she pissed, she slid forward. Oh shit! She sucked in a breath and her anus hissed. The pressure inside my mouth puffed my cheeks out.
I wanted to die!
A moment later, she shat a few little turds that I swallowed without much difficulty. I still had to swallow one after she finished before I could clean her, for which she slapped me with the leather strap.
I couldn't imagine how I would handle any more women shitting into me. I had to demand that they let me go. I figured I'd tell Laurie. I hoped she would come to pee that morning.
Darcie followed Francesca. After Darcie peed, she slid forward and her ass immediately spat out another flood of wet, syrupy shit. What's wrong with her that she shits like that? I shuddered. Again, the stench, when she stood, was so repulsive that I had to clamp my jaw closed to keep from puking it up. She slapped me with the strap for taking too long and for not thanking her, then the two dykes went into one of the showers together.
What a relief it was to finally see Laurie come in, in just panties too. She removed the panties and sat on me again.
"Hi Laurie," I whispered just before she sat on my face.
"Good morning, Jeremy," she whispered back.
I scanned up Laurie's naked body sitting on my face. Wow! Her breasts, jiggling above my face as she squirmed on me, were firm and round while still more metal rings hung from her puffy red nipples.
Of course, Laurie gave me a bladderful of piss to swallow. But then she slid her ass forward. No! Not you, too, Laurie! But yes, she slowly shat out a long skinny turd that folded over itself around inside my mouth. She squirmed and pushed out a tiny lump, then another.
"Swallow and clean me now," she said.
Since my mouth wasn't jam packed, I swallowed it easy enough in a few gulps, then cleaned Laurie's ass.
My stomach felt bloated--stuffed with shit as it was.
She stood and I said, "Thank you, Laurie."
A moment later, Laurie sat back down on me a moment later and began to rub her legs like Erica did.
As Laurie shaved her legs and squirmed on my face, I whispered into her pussy, "Laurie!"
"I didn't know that I'd have to swallow shit when I became a toilet slave."
She sat back down with her crotch against my chin without covering my mouth. "Sure you did. I'm sure Julie explained it all to you."
I didn't want to call Julie a liar again and get Laurie mad at me. "But I changed my mind. Please let me go."
"Let you go? But you just started! And you knew it was a lifetime commitment, too."
"But I can't eat any more shit from you guys. Please!"
"Well, letting you go has to be taken up by a house vote. And they're not going to be happy about that."
"I know, but please!"
"All right. I'll tell them you asked for a vote tonight."
"Sure," she said. She finished shaving her legs, squirted a short trickle of piss into my mouth, and then headed into the empty shower.