ultimate toilet slave

It was only last year that Steve had been a toilet slave in the ladies' room at Edge Play -- a BDSM-oriented club in New York. He had been their toilet slave for about two months straight. He had only volunteered to do it for one night, but he had failed to read the fine print of his contract and they kept him until another guy volunteered to replace him as a toilet slave.

After that debacle, Steve had become unemployed again, in exactly the same dire straits as he had been before his servitude.

He wasn't supposed to have been paid for his services, for that would have been equivalent to being a prostitute. That the club doesn't pay its toilet slaves and charges no cover to its patrons is what keeps the club legal -- barely. However, the bouncer slipped him an envelope containing sixteen hundred in cash as he was leaving -- two hundred dollars for each week he had served the ladies.

Before he left, they had let him take a shower. They had even washed and pressed his clothes for him too. So refreshed and clean and with a nice chunk of change, he left the club through that steel back door onto 14th street. He checked his wallet, and his driver's license and everything were still there. So maybe things weren't as bad as when he started, after all.

He walked around the block to the front entrance of Edge Play and stood before a pair of glass doors in a stainless steel frame on an, otherwise, featureless gray stucco building.

A bouncer whom he had never seen before came from inside, unlocked the door, and held it open.

Steve stood there for a moment.

"You coming in or what?" the bouncer asked.

"Sure," he answered and followed the bounder inside.

They walked down a short corridor, around a corner, and down a short hallway, where the bouncer took a seat on a stool next to a pair of elevators. Other people had entered the club behind Steve and the bouncer, and a line had already started to form behind Steve.

Steve pulled out his wallet and showed the bouncer his license.

The bouncer nodded and said, "Have fun."

Steve took an elevator down one level. A short hallway led into the club. As he was first to enter, the club was empty, but the people behind him immediately came out of the other elevator, and then more people started to fill the club.

But Steve didn't come to drink or party, he was just curious about something. He stopped to check out a couple of display cases on the wall down from the elevators, but one was a political ad:

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Vote Libertarian! We're pro-choice on EVERYTHING!

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The other was just a list of shows and the name of tonight's band.

He entered the main room as the band was starting to set up. They were five guys in pastel-blue leisure suits. The drum said the name of the group was Cass Carnaby Five.

Colored stripes on the floor led the way to the different venues within the club. Steve knew exactly where he wanted to go, however. He headed straight for the alternate restrooms. He entered the alcove. Then he stood there gazing at the door to the ladies' room. How many women, he wondered, had entered that door in the past two months and had used him as their toilet?

"Excuse me!" one women said in an annoyed tone as he stood there blocking the door.

"Sorry."

He turned and entered the other door -- the door to the men's room. He walked in and entered a stall. But when he looked, there was a guy in the stall. He had expected a woman. The toilet slave looked up at Steve and grinned. Steve said, "Sorry, wrong stall," and left flustered. Steve looked in the next, and the next -- all guys. Then he looked in the fifth and last stall and found his reward -- a female toilet slave. She avoided his gaze, so he turned around immediately and closed the door. All the times that he had been a toilet slave in the ladies' room, the women had used him without comment. With his back to her, he dropped his pants and sat on her face. He leaned forward and pushed his dick into her mouth. He had been hard now ever since they told him that a replacement had taken over for him and they were letting him out. It took him a few moments to relax enough to let his pee flow. He had peed just before he left a few minutes ago, so he didn't have to pee much. He considered standing for a moment, after peeing, to make it easy for her to swallow, but then decided not to. Instead, he immediately started to rock back and forth, causing his hard dick to slide in and out of her mouth. It didn't take long at all before he exploded into her mouth. He had come a few times into that pipe during his two months, but he had built up an enormous need for release during that time, and he just kept coming and coming into her.

The exercise of releasing all that pent up sexual tension had also loosened his bowels, and he suddenly had to take a shit. So without pause, he slid forward so that his anus was over her mouth. He didn't even have to strain, as soon as he relaxed his muscles, a big one slid out of his asshole. Then, without pause, another. Then another. He sat there for a moment, and felt a throbbing movement under his ass. He realized that she was probably bucking for breath. He pushed her head down with his ass and pushed out another lump into her mouth. He paused a moment, grunted, and pushed out one last lump. Finished, he stood, grabbed a wad of toilet paper, wiped his ass, threw the paper into a trash bin on the wall, pulled up his pants and opened the door to leave. As he walked out of the stall, it was no big surprise to see that here was a line of guys waiting to use that particular stall.

Steve left the men's room and explored the club a little before leaving. Cass Carnaby Five was playing their latest hit, Dangrous Game. He came to a cork board with all kinds of notes pinned to it. Most were for masters seeking slaves, or slaves seeking masters. Others were selling BDFM paraphernalia -- collars, shackles, suspension harnesses, fellatio harnesses, spreader bars, etc. A few were for more mundane items such as cars for sale, apartments for rent, and roommates wanted.

Steve yanked off an ad for a roommate wanted over in Chelsea. The rent was right, so he went over to a pay phone and called the number.

A guy with a Chinese accent answered on the other end, "Hello."

"Hi. Are you still looking for a roommate?"

"Yes."

"My name's Steve. I need a room for tonight."

"I'm John, but late now. You come tomorrow, okay?"

"Well, okay, I can take a hotel room tonight. But can I come over tomorrow?"

"Sure. Where you see ad?"

"At Edge Play. Uhm, you're not, like, looking for a partner or anything, are you? I just want to rent a room."

"No. Just looking for ordinary roommate."

Steve got the address and arranged a time, then left the club and went up to 34th street to find a hotel.

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The following day, Steve went to John. The room was decent, so he rented the room from John. John Chen was from China, working as a software developer up in midtown on an H1 visa.

Steve explained to John that he was also a programmer out on Long Island until the economy went south a few years ago.

John said, "I know what you mean. My contract be up in couple years, and I might get ship back to China. It suck, man!"

It then came up what Steve was doing at Edge Play that night, and Steve told John about his stints as a toilet slave to different women, and how he got tricked into being a toilet slave in Edge Play's ladies' room for two solid months without a break. Steve's prospects for employment were dismal and so he did minimum wage jobs now and then to get by, but life really sucks any more now that there's no programming jobs any more.

John said how he knew these two women who've been going back and forth to Taiwan the past year. They're building a house there and they're trying to sell their restaurant over in Chinatown. They've been into the scene and they would love to have a permanent built-in toilet slave.

A couple of nights later, John took Steve to Most Delicious Hunan Cuisine They sat at a table in the back and John introduced Steve to Ai Ling Chung and Chin Zhang. It was obvious that the two women were lovers. They also didn't speak a word of English, so John translated between them.

Yes, the two women were building a beautiful house in Taiwan, and they never expected to find someone to be their permanent toilet slave. They would have preferred a woman, but no one had offered themselves before to be permanently built into their house as a human toilet. Therefore, Steve would be fine.

Steve was near the end of his cash from Edge Play when John told him that the two women had returned to Taiwan and they would like for Steve to come soon so that they could start the construction of their private bathroom.

They booked a flight to Taipei for the following week. John bought a round-trip ticket; Steve, one way.

Steve gave John this manuscript of his diary and asked him to continue it until they part their ways, and then post it to the Internet for posterity. John agreed.

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Steve ask me to continue journal for him. I agree. We arrive in Taiwan after long flight from America. Ai Ling and Chin meet us at Taipei airport. They take us by car. They head southwest, back to home. Some hours, we reach home outside of Miaoli. They let us stay in separate room for night.

Following day, we start work on finishing special bathroom. Rest of the house completed by builders already. In master bathroom is no toilet. There is a stainless steel enclosure jutting out from wall, high as toilet. Behind wall is lower half of large steel drum flush with wall. Inside drum is bench level with bottom shelf in toilet enclosure. One side of drum is wall to shower stall. On other side of drum was partly built back wall to master closet. I tell Steve lay down on bench with head in enclosure. Baffles in drum like stockades for body, wrists, and ankles. Drain under the drum connects to drain system under house. Ai Ling and Chin and I lift top half of drum over Steve and set it down. I then use welding machine to weld drum halves together. Now, Steve stick out of top of drum and of wall by shoulders with head in toilet bowl. We lift top piece of toilet seat over Steve's head. I then bolt and weld it together.

I ask Steve, "Are you okay? Fit good?"

He answer, "Yes."

I then build up bathroom wall around stainless steel toilet that contain Steve head. I slap mortar on blocks and then place next course of concrete blocks one after other until the wall reach ceiling. Next, I finish placing of bathroom tile on wall over concrete blocks. I use special trim tiles around the stainless steel toilet to make installation look neat and professional.

That evening, Ai Ling and Chin take me to nice restaurant for dinner for work I do. Ai Ling say she just used Steve as her toilet before leaving for dinner. She say she make Steve eat stinky shit from her bottom.

On following day, I build wall that separate drum from master closet. I build wall partway until is taller than top of drum.

Then I set up rebar around drum and then mix concrete in wheelbarrow. Then I fill in area up to middle of drum.

I wait for concrete to set for next two days. After concrete set, I fill the space with concrete to cover drum completely.

Again, I let concrete set. Then I finish building back wall behind closet. I plaster wall on side of closet, and install shelves and bins in closet against back wall. Last, I paint closet interior. Job is finished.

Ai Ling and Chin say they have used Steve as toilet slave many times each day for the past week. They giggle and say Steve drink lots pee and eat lots shit. They say they really appreciate work I do finish build house.

My flight back to America leave tomorrow. Getting ready for bed. I go into master bathroom and look at Steve.

I ask, "How you feel?"

"I'm fine. A little scared. What if I ever want to leave?"

"No leave! Ai Ling and Chin need tear house apart in here. You not leave, ever!"

"I Know what I agreed to. It's just scary, is all."

"Yes. Now I pee."

I let my trousers fall and turn my back to Steve to sit. Steve shouts, "Hey! What are you doing?"

"I tell you. I need pee."

"No! You can't! Please! I'm not gay!"

I sit and pinch his mouth open, and slide cock into his mouth.

"You are, now," I tell him.

I never do gay thing before, and am nervous. It take me time to relax and let pee out. I consider jerk-off, but Ai Ling and Chin promise me very special nighttime reward for work, so I save my wad for them.

Afterward, I join Ai Ling and Chin in bed they invite me to. First, I watch them make out together as they get hot. Then they turn face me. Is wonderful have two beautiful women give me pleasure at the same time. It is blissful and steamy night! Neither of us leave any orifice on any other untouched, unkissed, unsucked, or unfucked!

I fly back to America the next day, and return to daily grind. Ai Ling and Chin and I phone each other few times over next weeks, but the calls spread farther and farther apart over the months. Steve doing fine, they say. Steve is a good toilet, and the two women keep him well fed and watered.

One time, they hold phone to Steve and let me talk to him. He say that he longs to talk to someone. Steve say hope to pick up Taiwanese while being toilet, but little is overheard by Steve of Ai Ling and Chin in bathroom, and so he not learn language.

Steve tell me he well, that Ai Ling and Chin went away for a week about month ago. Different woman house-sat while they were away. Yes, she use him as toilet, so didn't get thirsty or hungry, but didn't know why Ai Ling and Chin left or if they be back. He fear they may have sold house or something. Unable to speak, he not able ask what happened to Ai Ling and Chin. Then they return after about a week. I bid Steve well and end call.

The other day, my employer announce downsizing. There no jobs, and no sponsor for me on H1 visa. So I return to China in two days. I sold all my belongings that I not take back with me. Am posting this journal before I turn off PC for the last time.

- END -

toilet slave 2

 TOILET SLAVE 2 BY: Hungry Guy (hungry@stoolmail.zzn.com)

  The cab ride from the hotel Saturday afternoon was uneventful.  The cab
turned into a trailer park, drove down a long asphalt driveway, past
countless trailers situated on small but well-groomed lawns, and stopped in
front of a well-kept tan trailer.  He grabbed his knapsack, got out of the
cab, walked up to the door, rang the bell, and waited.

  About two years ago, Steve had answered an ad from a woman in a BDSM
newsgroup seeking a toilet slave.  He was a virgin, as toilet slaves go.
That time, it was merely a three-hour train ride from Long Island to
Atlantic City, and he had gone for just a weekend.  Like that first time he
had been a toilet slave, he was scared to death, but now he came all this
way.

  This time, he had arrived by air the previous day.  He wanted to be
rested and fresh when he started his service.  It was a long flight from
New York to California.  That's why he arrived on Friday and stayed in a
hotel that night.

  After being Emily's toilet two years ago, she had given him her business
card as she drove him back to the train station and had invited him to call
her.  He called a week later, and they had started hanging out as equals
rather than BDSM master and slave.  She had said that while she loved
having him as her personal toilet, she didn't want her lover to be her
slave.  After he became her lover, she wouldn't even let him drink her pee.
Still, he had expected Emily to be everything he wanted in a girlfriend,
especially when it came to being adventurous, uninhibited, and kinky in
bed. On top of that, she was successful in business and quite well-to-do.

  He was thrilled when she gave him a blow job when they slept together
after their first date.  She even swallowed!  No woman had swallowed
before, but she had told him that she loves to swallow.  However, several
months into the relationship, Emily turned out to be just all the rest of
his previous vanilla girlfriends -- she would just lie there like a sack of
potatoes while he went down on her then fucked her.  She no longer gave him
head.  She said she had problems with her teeth, and it hurt to blow him.
She said that she also had back problems, and she couldn't be more active
in bed because of her back pain.  He tried to be sympathetic, but had grown
tired of the same old excuses that he had heard over and over before.  But
she wasn't sympathetic to his own idiosyncrasies, demanding that he get up
early at the crack of dawn with her, though he liked to sleep late on
weekends.

  So after two years of living with Emily, he had run his own ad to be a
toilet slave.  Actually, he had only intended it to be a goof, just to see
if he would get any replies.  But when he checked his e-mail, he was
stunned at the number of women who wanted to own a toilet slave!  A lesbian
African-American couple had been the first to answer his ad, and here he
was.  He had agreed to be their toilet slave for a whole week, not just a
weekend like his first experience.

  The door opened, and in it was framed a tall muscular black woman with a
crew cut of brightly dyed-orange hair.  Steve recognized her from the JPEG
the couple had sent him.  This was Lakeisha.  Se was wearing black
corduroys and a black halter top with about an inch of midriff showing.

  She held the door open without saying anything, and he stepped in.

  She closed the door and then shouted, "Sonya!  He's here!"

  A second later, another black woman came out of the hallway leading from
the other end of the trailer.  Sonya was not quite as tall or muscular as
Lakeisha.  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 Steve.

  Lakeisha sat next to Sonya, putting her arm around the other girl and
giving her a kiss.  She, too looked then up at Steve and glared at him.

  Not knowing what to do, he walked over and sat in a chair facing them.

  Lakeisha started questioning him, "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?"

  Lakeisha then stuck her finger up her nose, swirled out around for a
moment, withdrew it, and then leaned forward and pointed at Steve.

  "Suck my finger clean," she commanded.

  Steve leaned forward.  On the tip of her finger was a big gray glob of
snot.  He opened his mouth, leaned forward and closed his lips on her
finger and sucked the booger off her finger.  He slid his mouth off her
finger, and sat back again.

  Lakeisha and Sonya just looked at each other and smiled.

  Lakeisha looked back to Steve and said, "And you's going back home
Sunday night?"

  Steve swallowed her booger and answered, "Well, actually, I'm really
staying for two weeks.  After you let me go next Sunday, I'm going to go
down to San Francisco and play tourist the second week."

  Sonya then whispered something in Lakeisha's ear and they both laughed,
then kissed again.

  "Something else," Lakeisha continued, "We're having a Sistah Munch next
Saturday night.  And we want you to be the guest of honor.  You okay wit
dat?"

  Steve 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?"

  Lakeisha and Sonya 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.  Lakeisha walked down the hallway to the other end
of the trailer, whole Sonya stood glaring at Steve.  Steve stood and
followed Lakeisha, and Sonya followed him.

  He followed Lakeisha into a spare empty bedroom with a contraption
similar to the one he was placed in two years ago.  _Some BDSM outfit must
stamp these things out,_ he thought.

  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.

  Lakeisha handed him a plastic _TRY-N-SAVE_ 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
Lakeisha and Sonya watched.  Then, he sat on the platform, leaned back,
placed his head in the bottom-half of the open box, and placed his wrists
and ankles in the lower halves of the open stockades.

  Lakeisha closed the stockade over his ankles, latched it, and clocked
two padlocks on the two clasps.  Then she closed each of the two stockades
over his wrists, and locked the padlocks on the clasps on them.  Next, she
buckled the straps over his 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 his
legs and then slid the angle piece completely onto his dick.  The feeling
was strange, but not uncomfortable.

  Finally, she lifted the top half of the head box and swung it closed
over his head.  He 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 his nose.  His 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, _This must be kind of what it's
like to be an astronaut wearing a helmet with a glass plate right in front
of your face._

  Lakeisha lifted the lid of the toilet seat.  He 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, he 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.  He sighed, yawned, and settled in to wait for his first use by one
of these two black women.

  The woman who used him previously was well-to-do and had a large home --
he was in near silence when she was in a different part of her house.  This
time, he could clearly hear them talking and going about their daily
routine, as the noises echoed through the trailer.  They were playing
EMINEM, Snoop Doggy Dog, and other rappers.

  It wasn't long before his first use.  Sonya walked in about a half-hour
after he was installed.  Without a word, she walked up to him, turned her
ass to him, and pulled her purple shorts down.  He looked up into her tight
black ass hovering over him for a split second before she took a seat on
his face.  He couldn't help but notice how the blackness inside her
ass-crack was extra black against her black ass, and her slit glowed like a
pink neon tube against her black crotch.

  The view was short lived before her crotch was pressing against his
nose. Emily had been slow and gentle, especially the first time she used
him.  Sonya, on the other hand, immediately let her pee gush out into his
mouth without pause.  Recalling his past training, he gulped it down as
rapidly as she filled his 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, Lakeisha came to him with a full bladder and did the
same thing.  He gulped it down without any problems.

  Both women used him several more times that day.  Neither of them had
said a word to him since they first shackled him into the toilet box.

  Lakeisha and Sonya stayed up late watching TV.  Sonya used him one last
time before going to bed.

  Laying there after they had gone to bed, filtered light from a
streetlight shone through the curtains of the window of the spare bedroom
that he was in.  Emily had placed him in a large walk-in closet off her
master bathroom where it was pitch black at night, even during the day with
the light off and the door closed.  He thought about how Emily had come to
use him during the night, and wondered if he would be so used by either of
these two women.

  Not too long after, he started hearing their grunts and moans echoing
through the walls from the master bedroom.  He fantasized about what he
might be seeing if he were watching the two women go at it, and that made
him cum in the plastic pipe over his dick.  The sexual release relaxed him
and he soon fell asleep.

  That night, he was startled awake, "...hey!  Wake up!  I got'a take a
wicked leak!"

  One of them was standing over him naked.  He could barely make out her
figure by the filtered street light.  He thought it might be Sonya, but he
wasn't sure.  She turned and sat as he quickly opened his mouth to accept
her.  She quickly emptied her bladder into his mouth, and he swallowed it
all without mishap.  Then she stood and returned to bed.

  He dozed off again, and was awaken again by one of them.  Like either a
moment, or an hour before, she did her business and returned to bed without
a word.

  He was awaken several more times during the night, each time, not sure
who it was.

  ###

  He awoke on day 2, Sunday, to the sounds of birds chirping outside the
window.  Sonya and Lakeisha, it seemed, were still sleeping.  A few hours
passed, and he finally heard their bedroom door open.  Lakeisha walked into
his room and sat on his 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 Sonya's turn.  She entered and sat on him.  It felt odd
having Sonya pee him just seconds after drinking from Lakeisha.

  The two woman went into the kitchen and made themselves breakfast.  He
couldn't recognize the odor, maybe some kind of vegetables.

  A few hours went by.  Sonya and Lakeisha spent most of the time out in
the living room watching television together.

  He hard footsteps approaching, and Sonya entered.  She dropped her pants
and sat in him again.  Like before, she peed and then stood and walked out
of the room to return to watching television.

  A little while later, Lakeisha entered the room.  She stood there for a
second looking down at him.  Steve looked back up and met her stare.  At
that, Lakeisha broke eye contact, turned around, dropped her pants, and
sat.

  Steve knew.  He had experienced this before.  Lakeisha was sitting more
forward on his face than before.  His nose was inserted into her pussy, and
her anus was over his mouth.  He could feel it quivering against his lips.
Then, an instant later, her asshole puckered out and his mouth was
immediately filled with a long thick one.  It was too big to swallow, so he
tried to chew it.  But an instant later, her asshole puckered out again,
and he got a second mouthful as big as the first.

  He struggled to chew and swallow as much as he could before she pushed
out another huge log.

  She did, too.  His 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.  He managed to chew and swallow a
little some more of it.  Then a little more.  And as he swallowed more and
emptied his mouth, it because easier to chew and swallow, but the pain of
holding his breath so long became nearly unbearable.

  He swallowed a little more, and, _Oh shit!_ her asshole puckered out yet
again and she shit another lump into his mouth.

  _How much shit does this bitch have up her ass?_ he asked himself.  At
least it wasn't a huge fat one like the last three.

  The agony of holding his breath for what seemed like several minutes was
excruciating.  His lungs were straining so hard to blow out his held
breath, but the weight of Lakeisha's ass on his face was beyond his ability
to exhale.

  He tried with all his might to rattle his arms and legs, but she
remained seated blithely ignoring his severe distress.  At that, he started
to feel dizzy and light-headed.

  The next moment, he saw a blinding light and heard a mumbled.  Sonya and
Lakeisha came into view.  They were slapping him while holding a light to
his face.

  "Phew!" Lakeisha said to Sonya.  "I thought's I killed him!"

  "Well," Sonya said back to Lakeisha as if he weren't present any longer,
"don't sit so long next time."

  They glanced down at him then they both turned and left the room.  At
this point, all he cared about was that he breathed slowly in and out of
his nose.  His mouth was relaxed open, but when he tried to close it, he
realized that his mouth was still packed with Lakeisha's shit.

  Suddenly, the stink of shit filled the room, and the awful taste in his
mouth made him feel like puking.  Having endured this the year before, he
breathed slowly and carefully, trying desperately not to puke.  He slowly
swallowed the shit in his mouth and waited for his next use as a human
toilet.

  A little later, Sonya had to take another leak.  It helped wash the
taste of Lakeisha's shit away.

  A few more hours passed, and it grew dark outside except for the light
from that streetlight.

  Again, the two women stayed up late watching TV.  But eventually, they
started to get ready for bed.  Both Sonya and Lakeisha took a whiz before
going to bed.

  Like the previous night, each woman had to wake him to use him several
times during the night.

  ###

  Like the previous morning, he awoke on day 3, Monday, to the sounds of
those same birds chirping outside the window.  Unlike the previous morning,
it seemed that they were up bright and early.  Steve heard the shower
running for a few minutes, then it stopped.  A moment later, Sonya walked
in completely naked.  The view would have been much better right-side-up,
but looking at her upside down as she stood over him took a little away,
not much, but a little.  The view, was short lived, as she promptly sat on
his face and took a leak.  She finished, wiped, and left the room.

  It seemed that Sonya had got up by herself.  Steve heard her return to
the bedroom for a few minutes, then she went to the kitchen for a while.
The smell of toast toasting sure smelled good!  But the smell was short
lived.  Sonya went outside, started her car, and drove off.

  Later that day, Lakeisha awoke.  Lakeisha went through the same routing
as Sonya.  Steve got a drink from Lakeisha before she, too, had breakfast
and drove off to work.

  He was alone, locked up.  He started to become frightened.  During their
email discourse, he had agreed to remain locked up while they were at work.
They didn't want a stranger to have free reign to their home, and they had
wanted him to be available for their use immediately upon returning home.
At the time, that seemed to be a reasonable concern and desire.  But now he
wasn't so sure.  They were always talking in the newsgroups about how you
should never leave someone bound and unattended.  Well, there was nothing
he could do about it now.

  The hours passed slowly in the empty trailer.  He amused himself by
listening to the car noises outside.  When he heard the kids yelling
outside, he figured that it was about 2:00 or 3:00 in the afternoon as
school was letting out.  He had also become quite thirsty, and was hoping
that Lakeisha or Sonya would return home soon and have to pee.

  Eventually, Sonya returned home from work.  The first thing she did was
come to Steve and sit on his face to relieve his thirst.  Then she went out
to the kitchen.  A couple of hours later, Lakeisha also returned home, and
also gave Steve a drink.

  The evening passed uneventfully.  The routine was already becoming
familiar.  They stayed up late watching TV, using him once or twice and
then they each used him before finally going to bed.

  Of course, he was used during the night as well.

  ###

  Day 4, Tuesday, turned out to be nearly a repeat of Monday.  The only
difference is that Sonya took a dump when she got home from work.  Steve
was actually glad for this, for he hadn't had anything to eat since
Lakeisha had taken a shit on Sunday.  He just wasn't prepared for the
amount of shit she pumped into him, however.  Like Lakeisha, Sonya walked
in, dropped her pants, and took a seat on Steve's face.  First, she peed
into his mouth satisfying the thirst he had built up during the long wait
of the day.  Then she slid herself forward to place her anus over his
mouth. Barely a moment later, she oozed a big log out her asshole into his
mouth.  Then, without let up, she dumped another.  Then another, with
barely a pause.  Steve started to panic.  She was crapping into his mouth
so fast that he couldn't gulp it down fast enough.  His mouth was jam
packed.  If he didn't swallow, he thought he would surely die by choking on
her shit.  Against the crushing weight of her body on his head, and his
lungs screaming in pain for breath, and with a mouthful of shit, he forced
himself to swallow a chunk just in time for her to push out another from
her asshole.  He swallowed another, just as she shit another lump.  Then
another.  She finally stopped shitting into his mouth, but remained seated
for a moment.  He managed to swallow a few more lumps before she stood.
Steve was glad that she had stayed seated, for he knew he would have
involuntarily spit some of her shit out of his mouth the moment the weight
of her body was off his mouth.

  She wiped her ass and left the room, and he took his time swallowing all
the shit she had left in his mouth.

  The evening and night passed as usual again.

  ###

  He awoke on day 5, Wednesday, just as Lakeisha had just got out of the
shower and walked in to use him.  She took a piss and a shit.  Fortunately,
it was just a couple of lumps and after the past couple of times, it was
relatively easy for him to keep up with her this time.

  The rest of the day was basically a repeat of the previous weekdays.

  ###

  He awoke on day 6, Thursday.  At least he thought it was Thursday.  He
had lost count and wasn't really sure what day it was.  Sonya and Lakeisha
got up, used him, had breakfast, and left for work on schedule.

  However, Sonya came home from work with an extra voice.  It sounded like
a kid.  A moment later, someone quickly shut the door on him.  Sonya and
Lakeisha had each come to pee once or twice the rest of the day, but now
they kept the door closed.  _I wonder what's going on,_ Steve wondered.

  ###

  Steve awoke on day 7, Friday, to the usual morning.  But soon after
Lakeisha and Sonya left for work, he learned what was going on.  A girl
slowly opened the door and peeked in, and let out a gasp.  "So you's a
toilet slave, huh?"

  "What, who's there?" Steve asked.

  The girl came in and looked at Steve from the usual perspective, looking
down while Steve looked up at her standing over him.  She was a young black
girl with her hair all in braids.  She looked to be about 15 or 16, but it
was hard to tell with her face upside-down.  She was wearing skin-tight
purple shorts and a black bikini-top with some kind of lacy black
stockings.

  "I'm Sophia.  Who are you?"

  "I'm Steve?"

  "Why's you locked in that thing with yo' face in the middle of a toilet
seat?  S'that 'cause you's a toilet slave?"

  "Yes, I'm a toilet slave.  What about you?  Where did you come from?"

  "School's closed today and mamma wanted me to stay with Aunt Sonya
instead of the hood where I won't get in no trouble.  You wan'a get in
trouble?"

  "Trouble?  No, I don't think I want to get in trouble.  What grade are
you in?"

  "Ah'm in tenth grade."

  "So you must be, what?  Fifteen?"

  "Ah'm sixteen.  Ah flunked out as a freshman, so I got's to repeat ninth
grade again."

  "Well, I hope you pass this time?"

  "Why?"

  "Why what?"

  "You don't know me.  Why you care if I pass?"

  "I guess I'm just being nice."

  "School sucks!  And I saw you checkin' me out befo'!  You wan' do me,
don't ya?"

  "I don't think that would be a good idea."

  "Why not?  You think I'm just a kid, don't ya?"

  "I didn't say that.  I think you're an attractive young woman."

  "Yeah?  Then you do want some!"

  She walked over and kneeled by his side and removed the pipe from his
dick.

  "Hey!  Please!  Don't do that!"

  Steve was bursting with sexual tension since he hadn't even been able to
jerk off in a week.  He felt her slide his dick into her mouth, and he
exploded into her mouth the instant he felt her lips close around the base
of his dick.  She continued to stroke his dick with her mouth, milking
every last drop of cum out of him.

  She stood and said, "Yeah, right you weren't hot fo' me!"

  Steve couldn't think of anything quick to say, and in a moment, she had
pulled her stockings down and had her ass on his face.  Instead of peeing,
she just rubbed her pussy against his mouth.

  "Hey!  C'mon fucker!  Gimme some tongue!  I did you!  Only fair tha' you
do me!"

  Steve didn't know what to do.  She was right, it was only fair that he
now make her come.  So he stuck out his tongue and licked her clit as she
slid her ass back and forth.  She, of course, came after a moment or two,
her pussy suddenly getting really wet as she slid her ass on his face, and
then started bouncing and quaking as she came and came and came.

  She stood and looked back down at him again.  He, of course, got hard
all over again.  So she straddled and sat on him and fucked herself with
his dick.  It took some work for her to make him come a second time in a
row, but he did in due course.

  Then she replaced the pipe on his dick, pulled her stockings up, and
said, "We'll keep this our little secret, okay?"

  "Yeah, sure," is all Steve could say.

  She left him alone the rest of the day.  Lakeisha and Sonya eventually
came home from work, and Sonya left again with Sophia.

  Sophia returned, and they used him throughout the rest of the day and
night as usual.

  ###

  He awoke on day 8, Saturday.  Steve knew it was Saturday because neither
of them went to work.

  They got up later in the morning, each giving him a drink in turn.  They
were quite active, however, the rest of the afternoon.  He had remembered
that they were having a Munch in the evening, and he was to be the "public
toilet" for all the women.  He was both excited and scared to death at the
same time.  Sonya and Lakeisha must be busily dusting and cleaning and
getting ready for the party.

  Throughout the day, they peed him a few times, and one of them took a
shit.  The odd thing is that he didn't even notice whether it was Lakeisha
or Sonya.

  It eventually grew dark outside.  It startled him when the doorbell
rang. It was followed by footsteps, the door opening, and voices talking.
Over the next half hour or so, more people arrived.

  Quite unexpectedly, Lakeisha and Sonya walked in, followed by a small
group of other black women.

  "Here it is -- our toilet slave!  Feel free to use it."

  He could feel all their eyes on him, but he kept his gaze down.  He
heard their collective mumbling as they returned to the living room.

  Almost no time passed, however, before one of the women came to him and
closed the door.  Her hair was combed back into a knot at the back of her
head.  She was wearing a leather blouse and a leather skirt.  She turned
her back to him and lifted her skirt, revealing a leather g-string which
she, then pulled down.

  The thought of a total stranger whom he had never met before this moment
baring her deep dark ass crack, and about to sit on his face to use him as
her toilet, was almost, but not quite, repulsive.

  Then she took a seat, bearing down on his mouth with her black hairy
cunt onto his mouth.  She peed.  Then she stood, reached for some toilet
paper, wiper her pussy, tossed the paper into the trash, pulled up her
g-string, and returned to the party.

  A little later, another of the women came to him similarly dressed.
She, too, pressed her thick black bush to his mouth, peed, and then
returned to the party without a word.

  A little later still, yet another woman entered his room and closed the
door.  She stood there for a moment.  Steve looked up at her.  Man, she was
a big one -- a tall black amazon.  Furthermore, she was bald.  She wasn't
in garb, however.  She wore denim jeans, a black cloth blouse, and a denim
jacket.

  She walked up to him, turned, dropped her jeans, and took a seat.  Like
the others, she gave him a full bladder to drink.  Then she stood.  But
instead of leaving, she turned to face him and waited for him to swallow
all her pee.

  Then, unexpectedly, she walked forward straddling his face, facing the
back of the seat.  She sat on him again, this time with her pussy over his
mouth and is nose pressed into her ass crack.

  He gulped a breath just before she sat again.  Of course, he couldn't
breathe, what with his nose up her ass.

  "Make me come with yo' tongue!  Ah ain't gett'n up till ah come!"

  At that command, Steve started playing with her clit with his tongue.
If she was serious, he didn't have much time to make her come before he
passed out.  He sucked on her clit and then drew little circles around it
with his tongue.  It was becoming tiring to work her clit while holding his
breath.  He continued circling her clit with his tongue, until she finally
came.  He felt her tense up for a moment, then she started bouncing on his
face while her pussy suddenly became so wet it was dripping into his mouth.

  By now, his lungs were in agony.  She continued to bounce and quiver for
a few more moments before she stood.

  Steve couldn't believe what she did next.  She stepped down and removed
the pipe from his dick.  He, of course, was hard as a rock.  She straddled
him and lowered herself onto his dick.  Her cunt was so wet that his dick
slid into her without any fuss.  She bounced up and down on him until he
exploded into her.

  She remained seated on him until he finished bucking.  Then she pulled
her jeans up, put the pipe back on hid soaking wet dick, and said, "Hair
trigger, but you'll do!" Then she returned to the party.

  Through the evening, assorted black women continued to use him, fat and
skinny, tall and short, attractive and ugly.  And despite his request, one
even took a shit into his mouth.

  The party lasted late into the night, and it soon became a struggle to
drink so much piss.  He also stopped paying attention to what the different
amazons wore or looked like.

  Steve had never had any black friends at school; and before this week,
he had never even known any black people very well.  It was so strange to
suddenly be drinking piss and eating shit directly from so many black
women's cunts and assholes.

  Eventually, the party ended and the guests left.

  Actually, it was a comfort to have Sony and Lakeisha pee in him before
they went to bed.

  ###

  Sonya and Lakeisha got up especially late on day 9, Sunday.  As usual,
they took turns peeing in him, and then spent the day cleaning up from the
party, presumably.

  The day passed, and by nightfall, Steve was concerned.  This was to be
his last day, so when Lakeisha came to him at night he said, "Uhm, today's
Sunday!  You are releasing me tonight, right?"

  "Nope!" Lakeisha answered.  "We decided to keep you another week since
your flight home isn't until next week."

  "What?  You can't do that!"

  "Sure we can!  We are!  So deal with it!"

  Before Steve could get another word out, she sat and gave him a drink,
then went back out to the living room.

  A little later, both women went to bed, leaving Steve to ponder this new
development.

  ###

  When he awoke on day 10, Monday, it was basically a repeat of the last
workday.  Sonya and Lakeisha peed into him in the morning, Lakeisha took a
piss and a shit upon returning from home.  Soya took a piss upon returning
from home.  Then, before going to bed, Lakeisha took a piss and Sonya took
a shit.

  ###

  On the morning of day 11, Tuesday, Steve gasped when Sonya, her ass
hovering over his face, pulled a bloody red tampon out of her pussy before
sitting on his face.  Steve wasn't too distraught, however, as he had
expected some woman to have her period sometime during his hobby as a
toilet slave -- and with two women, it was almost inevitable.  The blood
tasted a little slick, and her pussy smelled a little different, but there
was no difference, otherwise to how she tasted.  At least she didn't shit.
That evening, all they each did was pee a few times.

  ###

  On Day 12, Wednesday, Sonya's period was thicker today, otherwise it was
an ordinary day.  Drink piss in the morning.  Drink piss when they came
home from work.  Eat some shit from one of them.  Drink more piss.
Bedtime.

  ###

  He awoke on day 13, Thursday.  Sonya and Lakeisha got up, used him, had
breakfast, and left for work on schedule.  Sonya still had her period.

  Then the long daily wait started.  Each day was becoming more boring
than the previous one.

  Per the routine, Sonya eventually returned home from work and gave Steve
a drink.  Then Lakeisha did the same.  But after peeing, Lakeisha slid
forward and dumped a load into Steve's mouth.  Steve was getting used to it
now.  It was still a struggle to keep up with her steady output, but he
knew he could do it and so didn't panic any more.

  But then he heard Sonya's voice from the hallway, "C'mon love!  Hurry
up! I gotta take a dump!"

  _Oh, oh!_

  No sooner had Lakeisha finished than Sonya sat down on him.  He hadn't
even had time to swallow the last of Lakeisha's shit before Sonya squirted
a lump out her asshole into his mouth.

  Steve steeled himself to continue struggling to keep up.  Sonya shit a
few lumps and then left as well.

  Shit from two different women in his mouth one right after the other
left a combined taste so intense that he nearly lost the fight to keep from
puking it all up.  Still, after a while, he was able to resist the urge and
keep their mixed shit down.

  The evening passed as usual.  Sonya and Lakeisha came to pee a few more
times during the evening, and during the night.

  ###

  He awoke on day 14, Friday, to the usual.

  Lakeisha and Sonya came home from work as usual.  But they both seemed a
little giddy in the evening, and they both disappeared into their bedroom
for a time.  But after a short while, they both came out and entered his
room.  They were both naked and giggling.

  Lakeisha sat on Steve's face, and then Sonya sat on Lakeisha's lap.
Lakeisha didn't pee or anything, and Steve looked up between their two sets
of legs to see them making out while sitting in his face.  Lakeisha was
sitting normally, with her muff pressed slightly against his nose but the
weight of Sonya on Lakeisha's lap pressed lakeisha's muff more tightly
against his nose, and it was a struggle to breathe.

  Time passed, and they seemed oblivious to his presence beneath their
collective asses.  They enjoyed themselves like this for a good long time,
too.  Fortunately, Steve was able to suck in and release an occasional
breath as they squirmed and wiggled in their necking.

  Eventually, they got off and went back into the bedroom for the night.

  ###

  He assumed that it was Saturday again, day 15, since the two women
stayed in bed through the morning hours.

  When they awoke, they both gave him his drinks, and Sonya took a shit.

  Then, that afternoon, Sonya and Lakeisha walked into the room and
started unlocking and unshackling him.

  "It is Sunday already?" Steve asked.

  "No," Lakeisha answered, "We's letting you out a day early."

  "Yeah," added Sonya, "They's someone here fo' you."

  "Someone here?  For me?  No one knows I'm here."

  Lakeisha tossed the _TRY-N-SAVE_ bag with his clothes on the floor.
"Jus' get dressed."

  He pulled out a set of clean folded clothes out of his knapsack and
dressed himself under their glare.

  Dressed, he stood and followed them out to the living room.  Standing
there was the bald black woman from the Sistah Munch last Saturday who had
made him suck her clit until she came, then straddled his hips, sat on his
dick, and fucked him while he was strapped in the toilet box.

  Steve swallowed and asked, "What's going on?"

  "This is Tiwuana," Lakeisha said.  "Tiwuana said she liked using you at
the Sistah Munch last week.  She asked if she could have you tonight.  We
said, 'okay'."

  "But I can't go with anyone.  I have a flight to catch tomorrow!"

  "Tiwuana don't want you for no toilet, she wants you in her bed,"
Lakeisha said, "So here's the deal.  You can sleep at the airport tonight,
or you can sleep with Tiwuana tonight.  Your choice!"

  The choice was a no-brainer -- Tiwuana was tall and muscular and looked
like she could throw _The Incredible Green Hulk_ across the street without
much of a fight.  "Okay, I'll sleep with Tiwuana."

  Tiwuana finally spoke, "You made the right choice, bro!  When I'm done
wit' you tomorrow morning, you ain't gon' wan' go back t' fucking New
York!"

  Steve grabbed his knapsack and followed Tiwuana out to her car.

  * END *

  Postscript: Even though Sophia is a fictional character solely from my
imagination, her fictional biography is as follows: She's 25 but small for
her age.  She lied to Steve about being in high school in order to tease
him -- and from his upside-down angle of view, he really did misjudge her
apparent age.  She's really Sonya's younger sister, and is also a graduate
student going for her Ph.D.  at Cal Tech at night.
 

toilet slave

TOILET SLAVE BY: Hungry Guy (hungry@stoolmail.zzn.com)

  Steve changed trains at Penn Station in New York City.  He had boarded
the train to Atlantic City two hours ago, and was now stepping off the
train at that destination.  Emily had said in her last e-mail to him that
she would be waiting for him on the platform.

  A few weeks ago, Steve had seen her ad in one of those BDSM newsgroups
-- she was seeking a toilet slave.  You see, Steve had just broken up with
his last girlfriend, and was feeling lonely, horny, and daring at the time.

  Steve had remembered a time back in college when he was out drinking
with some girl in February.  It was a frigid rainy night and they were
getting it on in the back of his van parked in a deserted lot behind some
college bar after closing.  They were drinking and she had to take a leak.
But the bar was closed and there was no place for her to go in his van, and
she didn't want to go and stand out in the pouring freezing rain to piss.
Rather than lose the opportunity, he had offered to lie on his back while
she squatted over his face to pee in his mouth.  Then he would go out in
the rain to pee, should he need to.  To his surprise, she had accepted his
offer!  The sensation was bizarre, and not at all unpleasant.  Needless to
say, he had a fortuitous night.

  However, except for that one exceptional experience, he had never had
anything but vanilla relationships with women.  He couldn't even get any of
his girlfriends to sit on his face.  The kinkiest thing he could ever hope
to get from a vanilla girl was a blow job once in a blue moon -- if he
begged bad enough and she was in the right mood at the time.  In that
respect, he was sick of ordinary girls.

  When he first discovered the BDSM newsgroups, he had been both shocked
and thrilled at the kinds of edge play that went on between people in the
scene.  They even used each other as human toilets -- as he had done out of
necessity that cold January college night.

  So now, he walked down the platform toward the station, scared shitless.
He nearly jumped back on the train just before the doors closed.  He sat on
a bench and set his knapsack beside him.  There were dozens of people
milling about.  Most had just got off the train and were heading to the
station and down to the street.  Others were milling about waiting for a
different train.

  During their e-mail discussions, he had agreed to be her toilet slave
for one weekend.  He would arrive Friday evening, and would leave either
Sunday or Monday morning, depending on how it worked out.  They set a date,
and now, here he was.  Had she played a prank on him?  Would he wait here
until late and then head back home on the last northbound train?  Probably.
But it was worth a try, so he waited.

  As the crowd thinned out, a woman came over to him and sat.  "You must
be Steve," she said.

  He immediately recognized Emily from her JPEG picture.  "Uhm, yeah!
Emily?"

  Tall and slender, she was, with tan skin, brown eyes, and close-cut,
tightly-curled black hair.  He had never had the guts to go to a munch, but
he knew the garb.  He half expected her to be dressed in leather speckled
with rivets and chains everywhere.  Instead, she was dressed in a gray
sweat pants and matching sweat shirt, as befitted a cool autumn Friday
evening.  Her poise, and the confidence in her eyes, was what made her
special -- this kind of woman would never be available to him in a vanilla
relationship.

  "Come on," she whispered in his ear as she started to stand again, "I
can't wait to get your face under my ass!"

  Steve grabbed his knapsack and followed Emily down the platform into the
parking lot.  Watching her walk from behind until he caught up with her, he
studied her shape.  Her body was tight and graceful.  They had never
brought up age in their e-mails.  He was afraid that he may have been
considered too old, since a number of years had gone by since he was in his
prime at college, so he never brought it up.  Now that he had met her, he
could tell that she was about ten years older than he was.  But that was no
big deal -- he was actually relieved to be the younger one.

  She drove them to her home in her silver Lexus RX-300 SUV.  She drove
through the city, past the casinos, and into a neighborhood of large
stylish homes on expansive lawns.  She parked inside her two-car garage and
then Steve followed her upstairs to her master bedroom, into the master
bathroom, and into a walk-in closet off the bathroom.  She wasn't using the
closet as a closet, however.  The walls and floor was tiled like a
bathroom. Then he saw _it!_ He swallowed hard when he saw the -- the
_thing_ in the closet.  It was 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.  The platform was fitted with
belts and shackles at the mid section and at the far end.  In the middle,
about where his ass would be, was a 6" diameter hole with a small plastic
Tupperware tub 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.

  "What are you waiting for?" she asked.

  "I guess you want me to get in there?"

  "That's the plan!  Here," she produced a plastic storage bin, "remove
all your clothes and put them in this box.  They'll be safe."

  He removed his glasses then took his keys and wallet out of his pants
pockets and placed them in the bin.  Next, he removed his shoes and socks
and placed them in the bin.  Then he removed his shirt and pants, and put
them in the bin with the rest.  Finally, with Emily standing there watching
him, he pulled his jockeys down and placed them in the bin.

  He sat on the bench, put his legs up, and leaned back.  He laid his head
in the box half.  It was thickly padded under the plastic liner, and raised
slightly higher than the rest of the bench, about an inch, maybe two.
Emily buckled the shackles around his wrists and ankles.  Then she strapped
him down with the numerous belts over his chest and belly.  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 his legs and then slid the
angle piece completely onto his dick.  The feeling was strange, but not
uncomfortable.  Lastly, she swung the box closed over his head.  His head
was completely enclosed.  The inside bottom of the toilet seat was a
fraction of an inch from his nose.  His face, it seemed was flush with the
toilet seat.  His reflection was perfectly clear in the underside of the
plastic seat cover.  _This must be kind of what it's like to be an
astronaut wearing a helmet with a glass plate right in front of your face,_
he thought.

  He looked back up at her face, and it was really weird looking at her
face from below and upside down.

  "That's it," she said from above him.  "I'll be back when -- you know!"

  She walked out of the room and shut off the light, plunging him into
near darkness.  Some light filtered in from the bathroom beyond the closet
and through the gaps between the box and the toilet seat, and the seat lid.


  He tested his shackles.  They were tight around his wrists and ankles.
Just to see if he could, he twisted his fingers back to reach the buckle of
the one of the shackles, but he couldn't reach it.  He tried to scrunch his
wrist and pull his hand through the shackle, but it was too tight.  He
nearly panicked when the realization hit him that he was really a captive,
unable to escape if he wanted to.  He figured that she would let him go if
he suddenly changed his mind, but he came this far, and he would go through
with it.

  ###

  Time passed, but his heart hadn't stopped racing since she belted and
shackled him into this contrivance.  He could hear her walking around
downstairs.  The anticipation drove him crazy.  After a time, he smelled
cooking odors.  A little later he heard piano music.  There was a missed
note, and then it resumed.  She played the piano for a while, then it
suddenly stopped.

  He heard her climbing the stairs, and his heart started racing again.
The light came on in the closet, and she lifted the cover.

  "How are you doing?" she asked.

  "I'm just hanging out, taking it easy."

  "Relaxed?"

  "Yeah, as relaxed as a human toilet can be, I suppose."

  "So you're ready?"

  "I guess so."

  "I'll take that as a 'yes'."

  Steve swallowed as she turned her back to him.  She leaned forward as
she pushed her sweat pants down.  Then she pushed her panties down.  Her
naked ass was hovering just over his forehead.  It seemed ironic; such a
stately handsome woman, yet staring into her dark hairy ass crack hovering
just inches above his head about to sit on his face seemed almost
repulsive. A moment later, her ass came back and down on his jaw.  He
gulped a deep breath just as her hairy crotch pressed down onto his mouth.
Her crotch was covered with a thick black kinky pubic hair, and it tickled
his nose something fierce.  He looked up along her muscular abdomen to her
navel, which was fitted with a navel ring.  Her belly was flexing as she
breathed heavily.  Her sweatshirt started just past her navel, and he
looked up along her body to the bottom of her chin and up into her
nostrils. Then he noticed that her pussy felt really wet against his lips.

  She looked down at him looking up at her.  "Get ready!" she said.

  His nose was pressing lightly against her crotch, and the air-flow into
his nose was slightly restricted, but not completely blocked by her flesh.
Her pubic hair waved back and forth as he took slow measured breaths.  She
suddenly bore down on his jaw quite heavily.  His thoughts were shattered
when, _Gaaaa!_ his mouth started filling with a hot salty liquid.  She was
really doing it!  She was really peeing in his mouth!  He held his breath
as her pee collected at the back of his throat.  He thought about
swallowing, but he didn't think he could swallow while laying on his back,
holding his breath, and while his jaw was being forced open by about 90
pounds of woman.  He hoped that her bladder would empty before she filled
his mouth.  She finished with his mouth nearly full of her pee.  She stood
and looked down at him.

  "Are you okay?" she asked.

  He swallowed a couple of times, then took a deep breath.

  "Yeah!  I'm okay.  But that was weird."

  During their e-mail chats, he had told her that this would be his first
time as a toilet slave.  She had told him that she would have preferred an
experienced toilet slave, but it's hard to find guys willing to do this.
The last time she answered an ad from a guy wanting to be a toilet slave,
he had so many women answering his ad that he had put her on a waiting
list.

  "You need to swallow as I pee," she told him.

  "Yeah, I'll try."

  She sat back down, and resumed peeing.

  "He tried to gulp it down while she was sitting on his face, but only
managed to spit some out the corners of his mouth."

  She stood after a moment to let him swallow again.  "One more time," she
said.

  She sat again and, this time, he managed to swallow some while she was
peeing.

  She then stood and said, "I'm done."

  Then she reached down and pulled a length of toilet paper off the roll
mounted on the side of the seat box, and wiped her clit.  Next she lowered
the lid, turned off the light, and added, "Expect me again sometime during
the night."

  "Okay," he answered.

  From her bathroom, he heard water run briefly, followed by the
_scrunch-scrunch_ sound of her brushing her teeth.  Then a moment later,
even the light from the bathroom was extinguished, and he was plunged into
total darkness.

  By that time, he had to pee, himself, and he was glad for the plumbing
that she had attached to him.  He relieved himself into that PVC pipe
hanging on his dick, to the sound of liquid dribbling into the small
plastic Tupperware tub underneath the hole under his ass.

  He heard her move about the house for a while, and eventually went to
silence.  Part of his agreement with her was that he would be her toilet
slave 24x7 during the whole weekend.  He would even sleep in the
human-toilet apparatus.  He had no idea how fast time went by, but he
eventually dozed off.

  "...wake up!  Wake up!"

  "Wha?  Huh?" he said with a yawn.

  "I have to take a leak.  Come on!  Open up!"

  He took in a breath and opened his mouth.  He looked "up" at the back of
her legs standing directly in front of the toilet "bowl." She was wearing a
large tee shirt as a nightgown, with no bra or panties.  She lifted it up,
to show him her bare ass yet again.

  As before, she sat on him with her muff pressed against his nose and her
pussy over his mouth.  Her pussy was dry this time, yet her cunt lips were
soft and squishy against his lips.  Again, her pee flowed into his mouth.
It was a struggle to swallow while his mouth was being held open, but he
managed to swallow while she was peeing without spilling any.

  She finished after a moment and then stood.  Without saying anything,
she wiped her clit like before, lowered the lid, turned off the light, and
returned to bed.

  He gradually fell back to sleep.

  ###

  It was Saturday morning, and he awoke to the smell of waffles and bacon.
Mmmm, it smelled so good, but he knew he wouldn't be getting any.  He
hadn't eaten since he boarded the train yesterday afternoon, and his
stomach growled at the odors wafting up from her kitchen.  Alas, as part of
their agreement, the only thing he would eat was what came out of her clit
and anus.

  _Her asshole,_ he thought, _What will_ *that* _be like?  Maybe she won't
have to, over the next two days._

  Some time later, he heard her come upstairs again.  For the third time,
she raised the lid over his face.

  "Do you remember what I told you?"

  "Uhm, yeah."

  She was still wearing her tee-shirt nightgown.  Again, she lifted it up
and sat on his face.  _Gaaak!  Her pussy!  It tastes foul!  So bitter!_ He
knew from past girlfriends that pussies taste nasty if they hadn't been
washed for a while, but with her pussy pressing down on his mouth, he was
mute.

  At least it was a little easier, this time, to swallow her pee as she
peed it out.

  Again, she finished, and closed the lid and left without saying a word.

  He heard her in the bathroom.  The shower came on and she disappeared
into the shower for a while.  _I wish she had showered before she pissed,
but it's not my place to tell her when to piss, I guess._

  Her shower eventually ended.  He heard her brush her teeth again, and
she headed downstairs.

  Hours passed, it seemed.  Steve could her noises from downstairs as she
did this and that.  _This is getting boring, now!_ Steve thought.

  Around the middle of the day, Emily came back upstairs to pee.  She
raised the lid and he looked her over.  She was wearing skin-tight blue
jeans and a white halter top, her navel ring sparkled in the bathroom
light. This time, she didn't say anything to him, she just turned her back
to him, pulled her jeans down, and sat.

  Her black scratchy pubic hair still tickled his nose as he took slow
measured breaths.  Her piss flowed without delay, and he swallowed as she
peed.  He swallowed again.  And again.  She wasn't letting up!  _She must
have had a really full bladder this time,_ he thought, _It's a good thing
she made me swallow while she peed.  Otherwise I'd have been in trouble
this time!_

  She finally finished peeing, and he finished swallowing.  She stood,
wiped her pussy, pulled her jeans up, lowered the lid, and left.  She
didn't speak to him at all this time -- she just used him.

  Steve had been getting hornier each time she used him.  He had had a
hard-on nearly continuously since she strapped and shackled him into this
thing.  However, one of the things they agreed on in their e-mails was that
there would be no sex -- no fucking.  Truth be told, that was just fine
with him -- he didn't want a _surprise_ nine months after his adventure.
This time as she used him, his dick erupted into that pipe while he was
under her ass swallowing her pee.

  More hours passed.  He had no idea what she was doing downstairs.  He
occasionally heard her make noises, but it was mostly very quiet.

  She came back upstairs.  As before, she came into the closet, used him,
and left, without a word.

  He sighed and thought, _I guess there's nothing to say anymore._

  More hours passed, it must be getting late.  He smelled more cooking
odors, some kind of pasta.  He was starving!

  _Maybe I could ask her to give me a little something to eat, but I don't
want to wimp out on her._

  Some time later, she came back upstairs into the closet.

  _Get ready to suck down more piss,_ he thought.

  She raised the lid and looked down at him.

  "I hope you're hungry!" she said.

  "Yeah!  I'm starving!  I didn't want to ask before, but are you going to
give me something to eat?"

  "I sure am!"

  But instead of giving him a bite to eat, she pulled her jeans down and
sat on his face once again.  He sucked her piss down like a pro as she
filled his mouth.

  She stopped peeing, but she didn't stand.  Instead, she lifted her
weight off his face slightly, and then she slid forward, higher on his
face. Because of this, is nose was pushed deep into her pussy and he
couldn't breathe.  He suddenly realized what was over his mouth -- her
asshole!  He could feel her dry leathery hole puckering against his lips as
she squirmed as though trying to push at something.

  _Oh man!  This is too gross!  Please stop!_

  He realized that she, of course, couldn't hear his thoughts.

  He heard her grunt.  He felt her anus quiver again.  He knew what was
about to happen.  Well, he had expected it.  He had agreed during their
discussions, after all, to drink her piss and eat her shit.  They hadn't
agreed upon a safe-word because they both knew precisely what his function
was to be; and even if they had agreed upon a safe-word, he was mute.  Her
anus puckered again momentarily, then relaxed.  He heard her moan.  Her
anus puckered really big and, in an instant, his mouth had filled with a
big lump of sticky goop.

  By now, his lungs were screaming to exhale.  Her anus puckered again,
and more lumps of goop filled his mouth.  He swallowed a lump -- then
another one.  They were like very think lumps of gritty pudding, with
stringy bits of stuff mixed in them.  They were even more difficult to
swallow than her piss, but he managed to swallow most of it.  His lungs
were screaming in pain, but she seemed to just sit on him for an eternity
before her anus puckered yet again filling his mouth yet again.

  Several moments passed, and then she stood.  He nearly spit her shit out
of his mouth as his breath rushed out of his nose.  He caught his breath
just in time, and swallowed those last lumps of shit.

  While she was sitting and shitting, there was relatively little smell.
But then, after she stood, the shitty stink was intense!  And the taste of
the lumps of shit in his mouth was so foul and rank that he could hardly
stand it!  He had to fight back the urge to puke so bad!

  She was holding a crumpled wad of toilet paper that she had just wiped
her ass with when he managed to look up at her looking down at him.  "Are
you okay down there?" she asked.

  He swallowed the last of her shit.  "I'm okay, but I don't think I can
keep it down.  I feel like I'm going to puke any second."

  "Well, most people puke the first time they eat shit.  But try to keep
it down.  It'd be a real mess for me to clean up if you puke up my shit all
over."

  He inhaled and exhaled slowly before answering, "I'll try."

  She went out to the bathroom and returned holding a paper cup.  She got
to her knees and put the cup to his lips.

  "Here, drink this water.  Since this is your first time, I'll give you a
break."

  The water was refreshing and cool.  The urge to puke ceased being so
strong.

  "Thanks, Emily."

  "You're welcome.  But the next time, you won't get any water afterward.
You have to learn to be a low-maintenance toilet."

  "Okay, I'll do my best."

  She gave him the rest of the cup of water, and left.

  He lay there for the next few hours.  A few times, the urge to puke
almost got the better of him, but he managed to keep her shit down.
Eventually, the urge subsided and he began to feel better.

  He had been peeing into the pipe more and more frequently as time
passed. He suddenly had to take a dump.  He just let it out through that
hole in the bench, into the small plastic tub beneath his ass.  He heard it
plop into water as it fell out of him.  Oh man, what a stink!

  Emily eventually came upstairs again a few hours later that evening.
She had changed into her nightgown again.  Without a word, she removed the
plastic pan under his ass and took it into the bathroom to empty it.  She
replaced it and then sat on him, peed, wiped, and left in silence.

  She went to bed a little after that, and he, too, finally fell asleep
once again.

  She woke him again during the night to pee, but he hardly noticed.  He
was half-asleep during it, and he promptly fell back to sleep when she
returned to bed.

  ###

  Sunday morning, he awoke to the smell of eggs and potatoes.

  A little later she came up and used him to take a piss.  She didn't say
anything until after she had used him, then she asked, "So, are you leaving
me today?  Or can I keep you until tomorrow morning?"

  He answered, "It's nice of you to ask, but I can't answer.  It's up to
you."

  "Very well," she answered, and walked out.  Again, she took her morning
shower and then went back downstairs.  She played her piano for about an
hour or so.  After that, she spent the rest of the day flitting around the
house.

  He thought to himself, _Being a toilet slave is mostly hours of boredom
with occasional thrilling moments._

  His reverie was broken when she entered the closet again.  Today she was
wearing a white lacy blouse with black shorts.

  As had become routine, she pulled her shorts down and took a seat
without a word.  She promptly emptied her bladder, which he dutifully
swallowed.  But once again, she slid forward on his head, covering his nose
with her pussy, and -- you guessed it -- with her anus over his mouth.

  He steeled himself for his second feeding.  This time, she didn't squirm
or strain.  Her asshole puckered out after barely an instant, and his mouth
was immediately filled with a long thick one.  It was too big to swallow,
so he tried to chew it.  But an instant later, her asshole puckered out
again, and he got a second mouthful as big as the first.

  He struggled to chew and swallow as much as he could before she pushed
out another huge log.

  She did, too.  His mouth was packed solid with her shit now, making it
even more difficult to chew and swallow.  And of course, like the time
before, his lungs were screaming in pain to take a breath.  He managed to
chew and swallow a little some more of it.  Then a little more.  And as he
swallowed more and emptied his mouth, it because easier to chew and
swallow, but the pain of holding his breath so long became nearly
unbearable.

  He swallowed a little more, and, _Oh shit!_ her asshole puckered out yet
again and she shit another lump into his mouth.

  _How much shit does this bitch have up her ass?_ he asked himself.  At
least it wasn't a huge fat one like the last three.

  She finally stood and he watched as she wiped her ass as it wiggled over
his face.  The shitty stink filled the room again, and the awful taste in
his mouth made him feel like puking again.  This time, she pulled her
shorts up and walked out of the room without a word.  He breathed slowly
and carefully, trying desperately not to puke.  After about an hour, he
figured he had successfully held off puking, though the bitter taste of her
shit was still in him mouth.

  More hours passed before she used him again.  Per the routine, she
entered the room, sat, peed, and left, without saying a word.  It seemed
that it had finally come to the point where he was just a _thing_ to be
used.

  She peed in him again later than evening, and once or twice during the
night.  He was half asleep, and hardly noticed being used.

  ###

  Monday morning, he awoke to the smell of eggs and waffles again.  He
sensed that it was earlier in the morning than the previous two days.  Of
course, he realized that she would be getting ready for work and, he hoped,
would be freed from service.

  His mouth _still_ tasted like her shit, but he no longer had the urge to
puke, even a little.  He was getting used to being a human toilet.

  She came in wearing her nightgown and, per the routine, used him without
a word.  He realized something while she was using him -- despite the
extremely intimate, visceral thing they were doing together, he hadn't ever
seen her completely naked, had yet to even see her tits bared.

  Immediately after she had finished using him, he had started to flick
and swirl her clit with his tongue.  She immediately shook her finger down
at him and said, "Ohhh!  Keep doing that!"

  He kept doing that for a number of minutes until she finally started
shaking and quivering on his face.

  She then looked down at him, shook her finger at him, and said, "Naughty
Boy!" with a grin.

  She then stood and went back to the bathroom to take her shower.  She
spent some time in her bedroom after that, doing what, he didn't know.

  She returned to him again, now wearing a blue pant-suit suitable for
business.  He had learned that she was a manager at some resort in Atlantic
City, so she would be dressed up for work.  She set her purse down and,
again, she wordlessly pulled her pants and panties down and sat on him.

  Then her cell phone rang.  She leaned over and reached into her purse to
answer it.

  "Hello!"

  She emptied her bladder once again, which wasn't very full anyway, and
remained seated as she talked on the phone.

  "Off by how much?"

  Steve swallowed the puddle of piss she squirted into the back of his
throat.

  "Eight grand and change?"

  ...

  "Are you sure?"

  ...

  "What account code was it charged to?"

  ...

  "Well, my department didn't see any of that money?  Who ran the report?"

  ...

  "Figures!  Who got the allocation?"

  ...

  "Did anyone call his secretary?"

  Although her muff wasn't pressed tightly against his nose, and he was
able to breathe slowly, this was the longest she had sat on him
continuously and it became tiresome to breathe against the restricted
airflow.

  "Okay and..."

  ....

  "And what?  Who authorized that expense?"

  ...

  "Yes, okay.  But that should be on Bob's action-item list."

  ...

  "Yes, I'm just about to leave.  I'll be there in a few."

  ...

  "That won't work, I have a meeting with the support team at eight thirty
to discuss the LAN upgrade."

  ...

  "Maybe eight fifteen, I have to make a slight detour on my way in.  I
have a personal matter to take care of."

  Feeling dizzy from the lack of oxygen, he stopped listening to her
business conversation, which went on like that for the next ten minutes,
until he heard, "Yes, that's good.  Nine thirty.  I'll see you then," and
she put her cell phone back in her purse.

  At that, she sucked in a breath and squirted another splash of piss in
his mouth before she stood, wiped her clit, and pulled her pants back up.

  She looked down at him and said, "I'm sorry about that!  Are you okay?"

  He swallowed before answering, "Yeah, I guess so."

  "Then it's time to go."

  She unlatched the box, unbelted him, and removed the shackles.  But when
he tried to sit up, the pain of laying completely motionless, frozen in one
position, for nearly three days straight shot through his back.  He slowly
managed to sit up while she brought out his box of clothes and knapsack.

  "Get dressed and I'll be back in a few minutes," she told him.

  He had a clean change of clothes in his knapsack, which he put on
instead of the clothes he wore when he arrived Friday evening.

  He was dressed and sitting on the bench when she returned.  She took him
downstairs and into her SUV for the ride back to the train station.

  "Here," she said, as she handed him a box of orange juice and a pastry.

  "Thanks."

  He looked down and ate the food she had given him as she drove him back
to the train station.  He still had the taste of her shit in his mouth, and
it gave the food a strange taste.  When she had stopped at the station, and
has he was opening the door to get out, she quickly grabbed his arm and
handed him her business card.

  "Call me if you ever want to get together again," she said.

  He took the card and got out.  She then drove off into the traffic.  He
checked his wallet, and he still had his return train ticket.  He climbed
the stairs to the northbound platform crowded with commuters waiting for
the next train.  He hoped his breath didn't smell like shit.

  * END *
 

renie donlod bennie

RENI DOWNLOADS BENNIE By: Hungry Guy (hungry@stoolmail.zzn.com)

  Bored on a Saturday afternoon, Bennie surfed into napster.com and looked
over the categories: music, movies, software, clones, small appliances, and
many others.  About a year ago, he had downloaded a shareware vacuum
cleaner.  In retrospect, after using an assembler down at Copy Max and
paying for the cost of the raw elements, it would have been cheaper to just
buy a Hoover at Wal-Mart.

  Here he was again, at the Napster start page a year later; Bennie
clicked on "clones." The sub-menu listed sub-categories: cats, dogs,
tropical birds, fish, humans.  Clicking on "humans," he went another level
deep.  Two categories presented themselves: males, and females.  Clicking
on "females" presented him a page not much different from any "personals"
site.

  Thumbnail photos and brief profiles described each clone available for
download.

  #46088 was a short pudgy girl.  She'd been downloaded only ten times in
six years.  Click.

  #51840 was a tall muscular black girl with her hair all in cornrows and
braids, and a defiant look in her eyes.  Click.

  #60107 had a hard face with big brown eyes and close-cropped black curly
hair.  Bennie clicked on her JPG for a closer look.  Her full image showed
her to have a pleasing shape.  She was dressed as what an earlier age would
have called a "tomboy," in loose jeans and a loose cut sweatshirt, and a
bandanna around her head.  Her chest was on the smallish side, but he found
her oddly compelling.  Reading down her profile, he stopped; she was
lesbian.  He briefly considered downloading her anyway, but he thought
better of it; the animosity between them might become very unpleasant.

  Backing out to the list page, he scanned down a few more images.

  #21903 looked like a supermodel.  Drop-dead beautiful, huge chest, but
phony.  Clicking into her profile, he wasn't surprised to see that she had
been downloaded thousands of times in just a few weeks.  He considered
clicking on her, but wondered what sort of emotional baggage she would come
with.

  Bennie continued scanning down the list of available women to download
and stopped at #33687, a tallish girl with brownish-blonde hair.  Clicking
on her, he was surprised to see that she was 6 feet tall--a good match to
his spindly 5'11".  Fair skinned, she had a nice shape, neither fat nor
skinny.  And she had a wholesome, pretty face.  Her profile didn't say much
about her.  She had been downloaded only 42 times in five years; her
appearance obviously had limited appeal.  Bennie slid a blank CD-RW into
his PC and clicked the "download" button without hesitation.

  Thinking it to be an ad, he almost closed the pop-up window that read,
"Sorry, but before you may download someone, you must first upload
yourself."

  "Shit!"

  A month later, Bennie was in Copy Max in New Brunswick across the street
from the NJ Transit maglev station.

  There were three tall glass cylindrical units in the back of the store.
The matter scanner had a credit card scanner, coin-changer, and CD slot,
the two assemblers/disassemblers didn't.  Bennie read the instructions on
the scanner, then stepped away.

  Bennie ambled up and down the aisles of the small store.  He almost
jumped out of his shoes at the sonic boom of a passing Amtrak train
speeding through the station toward Trenton.

  "Damn," another customer said toward Bennie's general direction.  "They
ought to pass a law on how fast those trains can go through populated
areas."

  "Yeah," Bennie agreed half-heartedly.  He stepped away from the other
customer, and found himself back near the front door, and started to open
it to leave.  But he hesitated.

  "Pardon me," an older woman said as she was leaving while carrying a
translucent bag of personalized Christmas cards.

  "Sorry," Bennie mumbled as he stepped away from the door back inside the
store.

  Bennie returned to the rear of the store where a young college-age guy
in a Rutgers sweatshirt was standing in front of the hissing and buzzing
assembler.  The curved glass door slid open revealing a robotic vacuum
cleaner.  Reaching in and picking it up, the kid glanced at Bennie and
said, "For the dorm.  Party was googol-fredashay last night."

  "Yeah, I heard Rutgers won the game yesterday.  Congrats!" Bennie
answered.

  "Tira mah!" the kid answered and left.

  Bennie returned his attention to the matter scanner.  A sign read
simply, "$5 to use the matter scanner."

  "Oh, what the hell," Bennie muttered, and slid a $20 bill into a slot in
the scanner.  The machine dutifully spat out 15 Sacagawea dollar coins in
change.  Upon stepping inside, the curved glass door slid closed, a bright
purple light flashed, and then the door opened again.

  When the spots cleared from his eyes, the door opened.  "What the hell?"
Bennie said.

  A tall, beautiful woman with short auburn hair was holding the glass
door open for him.  "Hello," she said.

  "Hi!" Bennie answered back as he stepped out of the scanner into the
aisle of the store.  She was wearing a white low-cut top, bare midriff, and
long white skirt.  He looked around slowly as it dawned on him that this
wasn't the Copy Max in New Brunswick.  "Where the hell am I?"

  "You're in San Diego," she said.

  "California?  How'd I get to California?  And who are you?"

  She laughed.  "I downloaded you.  And I'm your owner--your mistress."

  "Downloaded?  I didn't even upload myself yet!  I just went into the
scanner to make a CD of myself.  I was going to upload it when I got home
so I could download this girl..."

  "You must have uploaded yourself, then.  You were uploaded about two
years ago, and your download count is pretty high."

  "Two years?  What year is it now?"

  "My word, you ask too many questions."

  "Well, it's only natural to want to know how much time has gone by..."

  "If you want all your atoms to stay together, you must learn deference
to me."

  "Uh, yeah, sure," Bennie squeaked.

  "But I'll answer your question."

  He gasped when she told him.  "You mean two years went by in that
instant I was in the scanner?  Holy crap!"

  Some guy approached the assembler chamber.  "Pardon me," he said to
Bennie and the woman who had downloaded him.

  "One moment," she said to the guy and held up some black leather strap
of some kind.  "Turn around."

  Bennie turned around.  She slid the leather collar around his neck, and
he felt her buckle it from behind, then he heard a metallic _snap!_

  She grabbed his arm and turned him to face her again.  She hooked a
leather leash to a ring on the front of his collar, and said, "You are my
slave now.  Follow me."

  _Slave!  Oh shit!  What did I do to myself?_

  She yanked the leash and led him through the store.  Following behind
her, he couldn't help notice that she had a pleasant shape.  She had a
fancy tattoo on the small of her back, partially hidden by her white skirt,
and another small tattoo on her ankle.  _Maybe being her slave won't be so
bad,_ he thought.

  They exited the store.  Cars, buses, and taxis whizzed by in the air
lanes above the wide pedestrian walkway in front of the store.

  "What was your name?" she asked.

  "Was?" Bennie asked.  "My name is Bennie."

  "Not any more," she said in a stern voice.  "Your name is now 'Girltoy'.
And my name is Reni, but you'll call me Mistress Reni."

  "You want me to call you 'Mistress'?"

  "If you want to live past the next five minutes, you will," she growled.
"Or I can go over to the counter and turn you back to your component
atoms."

  "Yes, Mistress Reni," he sighed.

  "Good.  I'm glad you understand your station.  Now come along." With
that, she led him to her car and motioned for him to get in.

  Having never traveled far in his earlier days, Bennie gawked at the
sights of San Diego as she flew over the city.  During the ride, he slowly
reached up and felt the heavy leather collar around his neck.  That _click_
he heard was a padlock attached to the back.

  She banked onto a high-speed express lane giving him a better view of
the city below from its higher altitude than the city street air lanes.

  A few minutes later, she descended onto a residential street and landed
on the roof of a squarish modernistic townhouse.

  A small residential elevator took them down one level to the bedroom
level where she led him into her bedroom.

  "Undress," she said.

  "Undress?" he repeated.  "But we hardly know each other."

  "I own you!" she scolded him.  "You are my property!  Undress!  Now!"

  "Yes Mistress Reni," he said and promptly kicked his shoes off and
pulled his shirt and jeans off, standing in just his Jockeys and socks.

  "Continue," she said.

  Bennie pulled his socks and Jockeys off, letting his limp cock dangle
for her to see.

  "Not bad," she remarked.  Bennie felt himself turn red in the face.
"You'll get hot for me soon enough, Girltoy."

  She pulled a plastic container from under her bed and removed more
leather items.  She then attached a pair of leather cuffs to his ankles and
wrists, locking them on with yet more padlocks.

  She stood back and said, "Very nice!  I should have downloaded a slave
years ago.  This'll be so much fun!"

  "I hope it'll be fun," he said.

  "Oh, not for you!" she said.  She grinned wide and added, "Just for me."

  She pushed the container back under her bed with her foot and told him
to follow her.

  She led him down another flight of stairs to her contemporary-styled
living room.

  "Now, get on your hands and knees in front of the sofa."

  He did so, and she went into her kitchen.  "Wait for me," she called
out.

  She returned carrying a bottle of beer and sat on the sofa.  She leaned
back and placed her feet on his back, using his naked body as a footstool.

  She reached for her phone and dialed a call.

  "Hi Lyzi!"

  ...

  "Yeah I have him!"

  ...

  "He's my footstool right now," she giggled.

  ...

  "Nope!  He doesn't have a clue yet."

  ...

  "Well, I just haven't had to yet," she giggled again.  "He'll find out
soon enough."

  ...

  "Well, if he can't swallow, I'll take him back is all."

  ...

  "Sorry girlfriend, not this weekend.  I want him all to myself for now."

  ...

  "Let me christen him first.  Why don't you and Fuschia stop by next
weekend?  I'll let you use him."

  ...

  "Yeah, I promise."

  Bennie, listening to her side of the conversation, hoped that meant when
he thought--being _used_ by two other women could only mean one thing--or
so he thought.  His cock got hard at the thought of that, as she crossed
her legs on his back.  But he also wondered what that bit was about
swallowing.  He knew that, as her clone, she had every right to turn him
back in--to kill him--at her whim.  His erection shrunk again.

  The conversation ended and she reached for a magazine.  After about an
hour, Bennie's stomach started to growl.

  She set down the magazine and said, "Yes, you must be hungry." Standing,
she walked into the kitchen.  "Follow me, Bennie."

  In the kitchen she told him to sit at the table and then asked, "What
would you like?"

  "Oh, I dunno.  A ham sandwich maybe."

  She scowled at him."

  "A ham sandwich, Mistress Reni.  Please."

  "Okay, but pay attention to where I keep everything.  Very soon, it will
be your job to wait on me," she said and made sandwiches for them and set
them on the table.

  Bennie was still a little self-conscious about being naked while Reni
was dressed, but his hunger urged him to reach for one of the sandwiches.

  After lunch, Reni had Bennie use the bathroom, then returned to the
living room.

  "Get down as before," she told him.  This time, she sat on his back and
turned on the television.  The next two hours were spent watching some
chick flick on _The Lifetime Network._

  After an interminable struggle to stay on all fours without toppling
them both to the floor, the movie finally ended.

  Then she switched to _Oxygen TV_ and watched _Riding in Cars with Boys_
for the next hour.

  Finally, the show ended and Reni stood.

  "Come with me," she commanded.

  Bennie followed her into her home office where she told him to lay on
his back on a low straight flat padded exercise bench that was placed
perpendicular to her computer desk.  She swung her leg over his head and
sat--on his face.  His nose was giving her a wedgie up her white skirt, but
she was sitting a little forward so that he could breathe.  Still, for a
slender woman, her full weight bearing down on his face was not so slight.
The crushing weight of her posterior upon his skull was downright painful.
But he endured the pain, along with a certain pleasure, while she
tik-takked on her computer keyboard for quite some time.

  After what seemed nearly an hour, she stood and told him to follow her
once again--from her office back upstairs into her bedroom.

  In her bedroom, she told him once again to lay on his back on yet
another low exercise bench--this one situated over a plastic liner flat on
the floor.

  Thus positioned, she attached additional padlocks to his shackled wrists
and ankles onto the bench and buckled a set of straps tightly across his
chest, belly, and legs.

  Simultaneously excited and worried, Bennie forgot her earlier admonition
and asked, "Why did you tie me up this time?  What are you going to do to
me now?"

  "I have to urinate," she said.

  "What!"

  "Hush--hush!"

  Standing over his head looking down at him, Reni pulled her skirt up and
pulled her panties down to her knees.  Her loose top fluttered as she
stepped forward, straddling his head while facing his feet.

  "Open your mouth," she said from directly above him as he stared into
her crotch and ass crack from directly between her thighs.  Her skin, even
that of her most private place, had a golden California tan.

  Bennie swallowed and opened his mouth.  Her legs bent, and her hairy
pussy and ass came straight down onto his face, plunging him into darkness
and leaving the blackness of her ass crack between her inner ass cheeks
imprinted on his retina.

  This time, he couldn't breathe with his nose buried in her ass crack and
pressed slightly into her anus.  Perhaps it was a good thing that he
couldn't breathe.

  A split second later, he felt a stream of hot salty water splash against
his tongue and collect at the back of his throat.

  Bennie started thrashing against his bonds with the gagging sensation.
Even just knowing that someone was peeing into his mouth made him feel like
puking.

  Just when he thought he was about to die, she finished and lifted off
him.  He immediately spat her urine out of his mouth.

  "Bad boy!" she screamed at him.

  "I..."

  Reni was livid.  "What a mess you made!

  "But..."

  "It's a good thing I put that plastic down!"

  "I'm sorry..."

  She started to unbuckle the belts that held him in place.  "Come!  I'm
turning your matter back in and choosing another!"

  "No!  Please!"

  "Why should I not?" she said in anger.

  "Please don't kill me!  Please!  I won't spit it out again!  I promise!"

  Reni thought for a moment.  "Very well.  One more chance!  _ONE_ more
chance!"

  Reni released him and told him to get out a mop and pail and clean his
mess from under the bench.

  He did so, and after putting the mop and pail away, she locked him back
down to the bench.  "This is where you will stay unless I need you
somewhere else.  If you prove you're worth keeping, you'll get more
freedom."

  "Okay."

  Reni left the bedroom for the rest of the day.  He could hear her moving
about elsewhere.  Sometimes, the breeze whistled against the windowpanes. A
clock somewhere unseen in the room began ticking louder and louder as the
hours passed.  After some time, she returned and took a shower in her
bathroom.  Then she went to bed, leaving Bennie strapped and shackled to
the bench.

  Bennie heard her get up once or twice in the middle of the night to pee
in the toilet--thankfully.  Yet he came down with the shakes a few times
knowing that she will eventually sit on his face and pee into his mouth
again, and he will have to swallow it all or be put to death.  Just
thinking about it made him come close to vomiting.

  That time came next morning.  Bennie woke to see her standing over him.
She was as naked as he was, and from this vantage he was looking at her
upside down into her black hairy muff and up along her belly to the
undersides of her breasts and chin.  Of course, he instantly got hard.

  "Ah!" she said.  "You like the view of me now!"

  "Yes," he answered.

  "If I keep you, there will be some pleasure for you too.  But not today.
Open your mouth."

  Bennie sucked in a quick deep breath and opened his mouth.  A moment
later, she had stepped forward and sat on his face.

  Her weight on his skull was just as great as the day before, but being
the second time, he noticed things he hadn't previously.  Her thick pubic
hairs were tickling his cheeks and chin.  Her pussy was wet and dripping
down the insides of his cheeks.  She squeezed his nose a few times with her
anal sphincter and he vaguely smelled the odor of her shit.

  Then, as the before, he felt that stream of hot salty liquid splash
against his tongue and pool at the back of his throat.

  Knowing he had no second chance, and that spitting it out meant death,
he forced himself to swallow it after she finished relieving herself.  He
had to fight back a constant urge to vomit for quite a long time, but his
stomach finally settled down.

  She had left the room after using him, but had returned around midday,
no longer naked.  "Good!  No mess!  Are you hungry?"

  "Actually, I am, but I'm afraid I'll puke if I eat anything."

  "You must eat!" She unshackled him and led him into the kitchen.

  "Can I just have some soda to drink?  Ginger Ale or 7-Up?"

  "Sure.  How about a snack?"

  "Sure, maybe a little snack," he said.

  She made some toast and set them on a plate before him.

  After he finished his snack, she said, "Come, I need to check my email."

  It came as no surprised that his face became her chair once again.  Like
before, she spent about an hour at her computer with her ass upon his face.

  Then it was footstool time while she watched another movie.

  Later that night, she let him take a shower after she took hers.  Then
she shackled him into the bench in her bedroom and said, "I need to urinate
before bed."

  It was a little easier this time, but not much.  The urge to vomit when
she stood was weaker than before, but he still had to struggle to keep her
piss down.

  He thought he'd have nights to himself, but she startled him awake that
night.  "Wake up, Bennie.  I need to urinate."

  "Ohhh," he moaned.

  "Mind your manners!" she scolded him and took a seat.

  Half asleep, it was a greater struggle than ever to swallow her pee.
Fortunately, he swallowed her pee and fell back asleep quickly after she
returned to her bed.

  The next morning came quickly.  He didn't even realize how quickly until
she woke him to pee in the morning.  Her morning pee was tangier than
usual, yet it was a little easier this time to swallow it and keep it down.

  Before heading into her bathroom, she opened a large package of adult
diapers and slowly worked one onto Bennie.  "Why the diaper?" he asked.

  "I'll be at work all day.  I don't want any messes when I get home."

  "Oh," is all that Bennie said.

  She had put on a conservative gray skirt and white long-sleeve blouse.
"I'm off to work, Bennie.  I'll be back later."

  "Wait!  Reni!  You can't leave me tied down all alone with no one else
home!  That's dangerous!"

  "Bennie, I own you!  It's a risk I choose to take."

  "But..."

  "Hush!  You haven't earned your freedom while I'm away yet!"

  Reni huffed out to work, leaving Bennie alone with his fears for the
rest of the day.  _Holy shit!  What if there's a fire!  What if there's an
earthquake!  Oh shit!_ Being shackled and strapped motionless on his back,
he dozed off and on throughout the day.  At least he didn't have to hold
his piss in for nine hours straight.

  Bennie awoke when he heard her open the door and walk in.  He wasn't
surprised when she walked directly into the bedroom, pulled up her skirt
and took a seat on his face.

  Without saying a word, she settled her weight on his face and
immediately began flooding his mouth with her hot, salty urine.

  Bennie found it easier to swallow when she stood; but then she turned
her back to him, and motioned as if to sit again.

  "Hey!" he gasped still swallowing the last of her pee.  He managed to
sputter, "I'm still swallowing."

  As he stared up the back of her legs into her ass-crack just quivering
above his head, she said, "Hurry and swallow.  I have to defecate."

  Bennie gasped.  "Oh God!  No!  Please!"

  "No?" she shrugged.  "I'll exchange you for someone else then."

  His mind raced.  It briefly occurred to him that he would rather be
turned back to dust than be made to consume human excrement--shit.  Yet,
not one to give up on life, he sighed, "I'll try."

  "Good," she said as her golden ass cheeks descended upon his face,
filling his field of view.  In that last instant, he saw her anus come down
upon his open mouth as her hairy twat covered his eyes.

  He felt her sphincter quivering and puckering against his lips as she
squirmed upon him.

  After a second, she momentarily lifted her weight off his face, then
slammed her ass back down.  A buzz vibrated against his lips and he felt
air pressure increase in his mouth making his cheeks puff out.

  He expelled her fart from his mouth when she lifted up momentarily
again. But upon slamming down again, her sphincter puckered downward into
his mouth and out slid a sticky, greasy lump of goo that plopped to the
back of his throat.  At the thought of a lump of fresh human feces in his
mouth, his body immediately began a violent, uncontrollable urge to vomit.

  Fortunately, or unfortunately, her weight upon his mouth made for an
impassable seal between her ass and his lips.  Although some stinging vomit
added its mass to her lump of shit in his mouth, he forced the combined
offal back down--just in time for her sphincter to quiver and pucker, and
deposit another, larger, turd into his mouth.  A moment later, another,
even fatter, log slid out of her puckering anus, nearly filling his mouth.

  By then, Bennie's lungs were screaming in pain for air.  She,
nevertheless, grunted and pushed another wet turd out her rectum into his
mouth, packing his mouth solid with shit.

  Bennie was on the verge of passing out when she stood off his face.  At
once, the stench of her shit attacked his senses and his body rocked in a
violent urge to vomit, but Bennie clamped his jaw closed so as not to spit
any of her sewage out onto the floor and lose his last chance at continuing
to live.

  "You're not done yet," Reni said.

  Bennie looked up at her as he struggled to swallow her shit still in his
mouth.

  "I'll go easy on you because you're a new toilet.  But in the future, I
expect you to lick me clean when I'm done, without me getting up first."

  Bennie swallowed the last of her shit, then she sat back down.

  "Now you must lick me clean.  But swallow first."

  He lay there fighting his body's convulsions, clamping his jaw shut as
liquid sewage oozed out between his teeth against the nearly uncontrollable
force of his body to expel its stomach contents.

  While he lay there with his mouth packed with her shit, the urge to
vomit gradually subsided over time.  He swallowed a little, then a little
more, and a little more, until he had swallowed it all.  The urge to vomit
returned with vengeance as his gut shot some of the sewage back up into his
mouth.

  Clamping his jaw closed again, he forced it back down and lay there
taking shallow breaths until the urge to vomit left again.

  He let out a gasp, then Reni sat back down.

  Bennie slid his tongue up and licked against her quivering asshole,
licking her clean.

  She then stood and smoothed her skirt, then walked away.

  Reni returned to her bedroom later that evening.  "Good!  No mess!" She
removed his diaper, tossed it in the trash, and then took a seat on his
face.  She promptly emptied her bladder, then headed into her bathroom to
take a shower.

  She returned to stand over him after her shower.  "Well, I have a little
reward for you."

  "You do?" he said and grimaced as the odor of shit wafted from his mouth
with his words.

  "You may make me come with your mouth." Then she sat on his face with
her pussy over his mouth.

  Although his nose was once again inserted up her anus, her clit was
directly over his open mouth.

  He began to gently probe her clit with the tip of his tongue.  "Ooh!"
she moaned as he played with her clit with his tongue.  Her cunt quickly
became so wet that he had to swallow the pussy juice that she was dribbling
into his mouth.  He continued his effort as he earnestly flicked and
swirled her clit with his tongue.  "Oh, you're good!" she moaned once
again. Giving 100% of his attention to her clit, he sucked it into his
mouth and flicked it back and forth with his tongue.  "Oh!  Oh!  Oh!" she
began moaning and bouncing.  Bennie held her clit in his mouth, gently
swirling it with his tongue as her orgasm continued and continued.

  She lifted off him just as he was sure he was about to pass out.  "Not
bad!" she said looking down at him.  "If you continue to please me like
that, your life if safe."

  "Thank you," he said, hesitated, then asked, "Mistress Reni, may I ask
why you chose to download me?"

  "I chose you because I don't want to have any babies.  Out of the
thousands of guys, you were one of, maybe, ten or so who said they had the
vasectomy."

  "Really?  That's why?"

  "Yes.  You saved me from having to pay and have it done to you and
waiting a month for the test to come back negative."

  _Holy shit!_ Bennie thought.  _I'm a human toilet because I had a
vasectomy?_

  "You don't look happy, Bennie," she pouted.  "What did I say to upset
you?"

  "I just miss my old life a little, is all," he answered, not
untruthfully.

  "The original you is still alive somewhere.  Your life is now mine,
Bennie."

  "I know," he sighed.  He recalled that the reason he planned to upload
himself was to download a tallish, wholesome, plain-looking girl.  He hoped
that his original had downloaded her and was happy with her.

  Early next morning came eventually.  Reni peed before leaving for work,
but didn't need to shit upon returning.  "You must be starving," she said.

  "Yes," he said.  "I haven't had anything to eat since you took a shit
yesterday."

  She unshackled him and let him to the kitchen where took a seat at the
table.  "You may serve me, Bennie.  I'd like some fish fillets, a salad,
and coffee.  Make enough for yourself, too."

  Bennie got out the fillets from the freezer found a roasting tin, and
put them in the oven.  The salad was pre-mixed in a bag.  And coffee was
easy to brew.

  In due time, her served dinner and they ate together, like any happy
couple.

  After dinner she grinned at him and said, "Now we watch a movie."

  He knew the position, and she sat on his back and clicked on the TV.
She watched some chick flick that was totally boring.

  After the movie, Reni let him shower in the spare bathroom, then locked
him back down on the bench in her bedroom.  Not only did she pee, but she
also gave him an ass-full of shit to eat too.  How fortunate that he had
had a chance to eat real food an hour before his toilet duty!  Then she
turned off the light and went to bed, using him once or twice during the
night to pee.

  The next two days went by like that.  But when she came home from work
Wednesday night, she unshackled him from her bench and then threw a white
canvas dropcloth at him.  "Put this on.  We're going out."

  He examined the dropcloth and saw that she had folded it over, sewed it
together along the sides, cut off the excess material, and cut out holes
for his arms and head.  Simple, but effective--for a slave.

  She the handed him what looked like socks made out of the same material,
which he also put on.  "What about shoes" he asked plaintively.

  "Those _are_ your shoes," she said.

  A short while later, they were flying over San Diego and soon parked at
_Fashion Valley Center Mall._

  Bennie followed her through the mall, from one clothing store to the
next, each time, carrying an additional bundle for her.

  While walking down the corridor one time, he stopped and gasped; Bennie
had just seen his twin.  Reni yanked his leash and scolded, "Come along,
Girltoy!"

  Bennie continued on, but for a brief moment he caught his twin's eye.
On the other side of the avenue, Bennie's twin was wearing just a leather
brief and sandals, nothing else.  His arms were bound behind his back with
his hands twisted up painfully with his wrists attached directly to the
back of a steel collar around his neck.  A leather strap around his head
held a something metallic inside his mouth, like a large metal ring,
keeping his mouth permanently open.  But the worst part was--he was being
led on a leash by two big macho gay guys walking hand-in-hand.

  Bennie shuddered and followed Reni into _Pet City._ When she picked out
one of those electric dog training collars that came with a wireless remote
control, Bennie had no doubt that was for him.  _Damn, this bitch!_

  She stopped into a couple more clothing stories, then came to a tattoo
parlor at the far end of the mall where all the "alternative" shops tended
to cluster.

  "Well, hello Reni!" the tattoo artist said as they entered his shop.

  "Hi Michael!"

  "Ready for some new body art?" he asked.

  "Yes but not for me," she said.

  Michael then noticed Bennie.  "Him?"

  "He's a clone I downloaded.  I want him marked as my property."

  "Ah, yes," Michael said.  "A common request.  I'm free now if you'd
like."

  "That would be perfect," she said.

  To Bennie, he said, "Have a seat."

  Bennie, having no say in the matter, sat in the tattoo artists' stool in
the middle of the room.  Glancing around, a glass case along one wall
contained various tattoo tools and body piercing supplies.  Other walls
were lined with photos and posters of tattooed people--some of the designs
in fairly intimate places on their bodies.

  "What sort of tattoo do you want on him?"

  "Just simple lettering, Michael," she said.  "I just want his upper left
arm to say his name, 'Girltoy.' Then in smaller lettering underneath that
to say, 'Property of Reni'."

  "Ahh, that's too easy," Michael said.

  "Well..." she thought for a moment and looked over at his counter of
sample tattoos.  "Put a little red rose like this right under his name
before you say 'Property of'.  And put some of these little red hearts on
each side of my name.  And be creative if you want, but don't go nuts.
Okay?"

  "Yes, Ma'am," Michael said.

  Reni glanced at her watch.  "I'm going to grab a bite to eat at the food
court.  I'll be back in a bit."

  "Sure thing.  It won't take more than a half hour or so," said Michael.

  Reni left and Michael got to work on Bennie.

  "Michael," Bennie said.  "I can't stand pain.  Will it hurt?  I've never
gotten a tattoo before."

  "It'll hurt a little, but I use this ELA-Max stuff.  It's a combination
lubricant, disinfectant, and anesthetic; kind'a like what's on those swabs
dentists use to numb your mouth before giving you a shot of Novocaine."

  "Okay," Bennie sighed.  "Thanks!"

  Michael got to work.  Despite the cream, it stung like a son-of-a-bitch!
The next half-hour crawled past--second by agonizing second.  An eternity
passed when Reni walked back into the shop.

  "Almost done," Michael said to her.

  She walked up to them.  "Ohhh!  I like ut!"

  Michael finished up and put a bandage over the tattoo.  Reni paid and
led Bennie out through the mall to her car, and they flew home.

  When they returned home, Reni shackled him back down, naked, to that
padded bench in her bedroom.

  After Reni took a piss, she lifted up off his face slightly and said,
"That's a good boy, you can have another reward."

  "Yes, Mistress Reni?"

  "You may use your mouth to give me an orgasm again." Then she sat back
down.

  Bennie didn't consider it much of a reward this time.  What with her
sitting on his face, he had to hold his breath while he worked her clit
with his mouth and tongue.  He began by fucking her pussy with his tongue.
That was getting her wet, but he knew enough about women that her clit was
the magic button.  He sucked her clit in between his lips and licked it
with his tongue.  When Reni began moaning and her pussy juice started to
trickle into his mouth, he knew she was on the verge of coming.  None to
soon, either for his lungs were screaming in agony for air.  At that
thought, she began quaking and quivering while sitting on his face, as he
sucked her clit in and out of her mouth in a steady rhythm.

  The next thing he knew, Reni was slapping his face with a wet washcloth.
"Wake up!  Wake up!"

  "What?" Bennie gasped and coughed.

  "You passed out!  That's what!  But oh man!  You're good at that,
Girltoy!"

  "Yeah, past girlfriends always told me I'm good at muff diving."

  "Keep that up, and your atoms are safe."

  "Yes, Mistress Reni," he said.

  At that, she got in bed and turned off the light.

  But still, she left him shackled down when she left for work the next
morning.  Bennie spent the remainder of the week shackled down to her bench
for her to use as a toilet at her need.

  On Saturday morning, after pissing and crapping down his throat, she
unshackled him and said, "You've earned another reward, Bennie."

  "Oh?" he said grinning.

  "Yes.  Remove the liner from under the bench.  It looks ugly and you
don't need it any more."

  Bennie wasn't sure if that was a good idea, what if he had an accident.
Still, he complied and removed the liner and folded it up for her.

  During the afternoon he heard her doorbell ring, and heard women's
voices come from elsewhere in the house.  He remembered to that hone call
to her friend, and that remark about letting her "use" him.  _Oh shit!_

  Not unexpectedly, Reni came into the bedroom followed by two other
attractive women, one a tall woman with long black hair, and a younger girl
with short orange hair.

  "Wow!" the young girl said.  "You really downloaded a guy!  And you
really use him to..."

  "Yes," Reni finished for her.  "He's my total toilet."

  "And he doesn't mind?" she asked.

  The tall girl added, "What difference does it make whether he minds.
He's Reni's slave, right, Reni?"

  "Sure is!" Reni said.

  "Well," the young girl said.  "I gotta take a piss.  Do you mind, Reni?"

  "Go ahead, Lyzi," Reni said.  "Fuschia and I'll be downstairs."

  Reni and Fuschia left, leaving him alone with the orange-headed Lyzi.
_She was kind of cute, actually,_ he thought.  _But she's about to make me
drink her pee._

  Lyzi stood there looking down at him for a moment.  She licked her lips
and dropped her jeans and her panties.  He made out the shape of her pussy
lips through her red muff hovering just above his face.  She stepped
forward, straddling him until he was looking up her back past her ass.
Then she sat.  As with Reni, her weight was crushing against his face,
though she was slightly lighter than Reni.  His nose was up her anus and
her pussy pressed against his mouth.  Almost immediately, she filled his
mouth with her rancid piss.  He was use to this now, and he swallowed it as
fast as she pissed it out, while he held his breath.

  She peed quickly, stood, backed away, pulled her jeans back on and left.

  The thought of having drunk piss from a new woman gave him the urge to
puke once again, even though he hadn't had that urge for several days.  He
breathed in and out slowly until the urge passed, guessing that if he
puked, it would be an embarrassment to Reni and she would not give him a
second chance again.

  Time passed while he heard the three women talking and laughing
downstairs.  Then he heard footsteps come upstairs again.

  It was Reni.  Without a word, she used him to pee, and then left again.

  Then, a few moments later, he hears footsteps come upstairs once again.
It was the blonde, Fuschia.

  Fuschia repeated the motions of Reni and Lyzi, dropping her jeans,
straddling his head, and sitting on his face.

  This time, not only was he feeling nauseous from drinking piss from two
different women, and about to drink from a third, but his stomach was
feeling full and bloated.  How could he possibly consume any more liquid,
pee or otherwise?

  He had no choice.  She, too, pissed into his mouth.  It was a struggle,
but me managed to swallow it, though his stomach felt about to burst.

  After that, he was left alone for the next few hours as the women talked
downstairs.

  He sensed it was getting very late when he heard footsteps come upstairs
once again.  _Someone must have to pee again,_ he figured.

  It was Lyzi who entered.  This time, she turned her back to him.  Her
faded jeans clung tightly to her shapely butt cheeks straddling his head
just above him.  A moment later, she dropped her jeans and pulled her
panties down, revealing her naked ass to him.  _Oh Shit!_ He knew what that
meant.  She was facing away from him so that her anus was over his mouth. A
moment later, her anus puckered and dumped a turd into his mouth.  Then
another.  And lastly, another.  While still seated, she said, "I'm done."

  Bennie knew what that meant.  He slid his tongue up and licked her ass
clean, sliding his tongue up into her anus to clean her thoroughly.

  That done, she stood, pulled her jeans up, and left.

  As time passed, he heard them leaving and then Reni came upstairs.

  She stepped up to him and, looking down, said, "You did a good job
tonight.  My friends liked using you."

  "Really?" he said.

  "Yeah!  I think Lyzi is even thinking of downloading a guy to be _her_
toilet slave.  Maybe even another copy of _you._ She likes you."

  "I see."

  "So you've earned another reward, Girltoy," said Reni.  She unbuckled
him and helped him sit up.  "But first, come shower with me; you stink."

  "Yes, Mistress Reni."

  Bennie followed Reni into her bathroom where Reni had him gargle with
_Listerine_ for nearly ten minutes straight.  Then they entered the shower
where she had him wash her, then she washed him.

  She then led him into bed with her, and shut off the light.  In the
darkness, she pulled him to her and pressed her lips to his.  Her moist
lips tasted so good after the past week of abject humiliation.  Within
moments, she pressed her tongue into his mouth oozing her saliva into his.
A moment later, she drew his tongue into her mouth, drinking his saliva.

  After a few moments, she rolled him onto his back and mounted him.
Crawling up on his body, she pressed one of her nipples, already hard and
at attention, to his mouth.  "Suck my nipples, Girltoy!" she moaned.

  He drew her nipple into his mouth, causing it to grow even larger inside
his mouth.  Then, after he had got the one nipple thoroughly hard and wet,
she switched to the other.

  Panting and moaning, she rolled off him, spread her legs, and pushed his
head downward.  "C'mon, Girltoy!  You know what I want you to do next."

  "Can you come again?" he asked.

  "Silly boy!" she said.  "A woman can come as often as she wants.  Now
get to work!"

  He crawled down under the sheets and positioned himself between her
legs. Once again, he pressed his mouth to her clit and drew it in.  Now
that she wasn't sitting on his face, he had the full strength of his breath
to draw the tiny nub deep into his mouth using the suction of his breath.
His mouth was, once again, filling with her genital secretions as she began
bucking even more wildly than before.

  He began playing her like a French horn, evoking a spasm from her with
every motion of his tongue and every draw of his breath.  Though she was
his master, and he her slave, he was now in total control of her body--her
orgasm as his song to play as he chose to play it.  What a rush!

  When she was spent, he crawled up her body and lay beside her.  They
fell asleep in each other's arms.  He knew that he'd be her toilet again
all too soon, but if she gave him rewards like this regularly, he'd be in
heaven.

  * END *