Binding Contract

Part I…

It started in September of ’96. I was browsing through alt.sex.femdom
and I came across an interesting story submitted by someone named
"Mistress Gloria". The story was a fascinating account of female
domination. At the end of the story there were a few paragraphs about
Mistress Gloria, a Chicago based lifestyle-dominant and a phone number
to call. Mistress Gloria "took" me on as a phone slave. This was
convenient for me since I am a busy executive with a wife and kids but
with a desire for "something more" in terms of relationships with
women. She provided that spark. After 7 or 8 phone "sessions", I
desired to become closer. When I inquired about this, she would laugh
and tell me to be satisfied with a long-distance relationship. Each
time I talked with her, I would plead more and more to become her
complete slave in every regard. She would always say that it sounded
interesting but that she felt I would not be able to go through with
it. "Most men do not have what it takes to be a women’s COMPLETE
slave. They think that a slave merely kneels in front of their
beautiful Mistress, worshipping her feet." She warned. "Worshipping a
women does not stop at her feet, and it does not stop in the bedroom.
A TRUE slave’s worship extends from the tips of her breasts to the
depths of her ass and everything in between." Of course, this merely
tantalized me more as my thoughts wandered to what she meant by
"everything in between."

A few weeks later and a few days before new years eve, I happened to
be in Chicago on a last minute business trip that could not be put
off. I had hoped to get in and out and back to my native Atlanta, by
new years eve so I could share the festivities with my wife and kids.
If I was lucky, I’d also be celebrating the closing of a deal I had
been working for the past 6 months. Fortunately, I closed the deal by
1:00pm and had the rest of the afternoon off to kill before my flight
home. At any rate, I went back to the hotel and after much soul
searching, I worked up the nerve to call Mistress Gloria and tell her
that I was in town. With fingers trembling, I nervously dialed the
number. A sweet and breathy sounded voice answered the phone. I
nervously asked if Gloria was there. "This is she", Gloria replied. I
introduced myself and explained that I was in town on business and
that I had been interested in meeting her. She explained that she
normally doesn’t personally "see" clients but since her interest had
been piqued by our telephone conversations and my persistence,  she
agreed to meet me at a local restaurant downtown. I gave her a
description of myself and we agreed to meet at 5:00 for dinner.

I quickly shaved, showered and hailed a cab. I arrived at the
restaurant and tipped the hostess an extra $20 to reserve a private
table in the back of the restaurant. I sat at the bar and ordered a
drink, waiting for the divine Mistress Gloria. About 5:15, I was
starting to get the feeling that I had been stood-up when suddenly the
door opened and in walked a drop-dead gorgeous women. She stood in the
doorway for a second and the setting sun back-lit her in such a way as
to create a halo around her entire body. She had long brown hair and
was wearing a very short skirt, black hose, and black spike heels with
metal tipped stiletto heels. Instinctively, I knew it was her. I
walked towards her introducing myself and offering to take her coat.
Under her coat, she was wearing a simple turquoise sweater which
highlighted her large and beautiful breasts. She had a braided leather
necklace, large hoop earrings, burgundy fingernails and matching
lipstick. She was absolutely stunning. We sat at the bar sipping our
drinks until the hostess motioned to me that the table was ready. I
followed Mistress Gloria to the table, watching her beautiful ass
swaying the whole way. 

Once we were seated, the waiter came to the table and nodded to
Mistress Gloria. She told me that she’d order for me and proceeded to
order us a couple of steaks, and a bottle of very good wine. "So", she
said, "I finally get to meet you. You sure don’t look like the pervert
I imagined you to be".  Fortunately, her smile put me at ease. "Well",
I began, "I guess I’m only a pervert in my fantasy world. I like to
imagine all kinds of wicked scenarios but I never really live them
out. I guess it’s one of the reasons I really wanted to meet you in
person", I added. "What do you mean?", she asked. I sheepishly
replied, "Well I’ve always dreamed of serving a beautiful women such
as yourself and I thought that getting to meet you would either bring
me back to reality or give me an opportunity to realize my dream." She
smirked and said, "Look, you have a nice life. You should be thankful
for that. Remember, fantasies are often better left to the
imagination". "I know that", I answered, "…but when I saw you I
realized that I really NEED to serve you." She curtly replied, "No
offense, but I can’t stand these suburban guys who feel the need for a
couple days of domination but still want to go back to their wives and
families". She added, "I don’t take part-time slaves. I’m not a whore
and I don’t take money to dominate men. When I take a slave, it’s a
full time affair. My slave’s entire life becomes mine to own. He
becomes a permanent tool for my pleasure and amusement. My slave has
no opinions or say in his treatment." Staring eye to eye, she
whispered to me, "Do you still wish to become my slave?" I don’t know
how long I stared but I nodded my head yes, since my throat suddenly
felt very dry. "Speak up", she said. "Yes, I want to be your full time
slave", I added. She opened her purse and produced a contract which if
I signed, gave her my intellectual property rights and authorization
to directly access any financial holdings that were in my name. "This
is your last chance John", she said. "I’ve tried to warn you but to
tell you the truth, you are quite attractive and I think you would
look pretty good underneath me". She continued, "Look over the
contract while I get you a drink to help you celebrate your new life
with me". She took my empty wine glass and went to the restroom. My
hands shaking, I wondered if I had the balls to sign the contract and
give up my entire life - My wife, kids, job, etc. My head felt light
and I was aware of a growing wet spot in my shorts as my throbbing
cock reminded me that I had never been so aroused. Just then, Mistress
Gloria entered the booth and was followed by a man. "He’s a notary
public", she indicated. Holding my breath, I lazily penned my
autograph as Mistress Gloria and the notary guy looked on. He briefly
read the contract, smirking while doing so, then took out a seal and
stamped the document. Turning to the notary she said, "Please make two
copies. I’ll need to file one with my lawyer and he gets the other".
After she got the copies, she handed one to me, simultaneously placing
the heel of her shoe into my crotch. "Welcome to Mistress Gloria’s
fold", she said. "You will be rigorously trained but first you must
seal your contract by drinking your Mistress’s nectar. She slid the
glass of her amber wine in front of me and raised her own glass in a
toast. "Here’s to a new life", she smiled. We clinked glasses together
and I reluctantly raised the glass to my lips. I took a teeny sip of
her bitter waste and it caused my throat to pucker. She increased the
pressure of her heel as it dug into my balls, transitioning from
comfortable, to erotic, to painful. "Drink it down slave. This is
nothing compared to what you will learn to consume on a regular
basis." I tipped the glass and drank the whole thing. As bitter and
vile as it was, I was again aware of my cock being rock hard and
extremely uncomfortable as she pressed her heel into my crotch and
occasionally stabbed at it as well. 

Finally the steak arrived. It was delicious and I was grateful to be
allowed to eat and even drink real wine along with the meal. After the
meal, we left the restaurant walking for a few blocks before picking
up a cab. She took out a cigarette and placed in her lips. Slapping me
hard, she said "Don’t ever make me wait again. When you see me with a
cigarette, pull out a lighter and light it for me." Pulling out my
lighter, I promptly lit her cigarette while we walked towards a group
of cabs. "Give me your hand", she said while simultaneously grabbing
my hand and extinguishing the lit ember against my hand. I grimaced
and noticed that not only did the cigarette burn a welt into my hand,
but her nails had drawn blood ! Seeing me eyeing the scratches on my
wrist she said, "Imagine what they’ll do to your pitiful cock and
balls". 

Taking the cab to the warehouse district, we got out in a poorly lit
neighborhood. Her loft was in a refurbished garment district
warehouse. We got onto a freight elevator and silently rode up to the
3rd floor where I wondered what would become of my life. Once inside,
I was ordered to strip. After complying, she looked at me, grinned and
said, "I can see why you seek a dominant women for your pleasure. With
your lack of equipment, you don’t have many options." By this time, I
had to pee really bad from the beer at the bar, the wine and her piss
at the table. "Mistress, may I pee", I humbly asked. "I told you", she
screamed, "You have no opinions or say in your treatment. Like a dog,
you will pee and shit when and where It is convenient for me.". "But
Mistress", I said, "I can’t hold it much longer and I fear for my life
if I were to soil your floors". "You are right about that", she said.
"Let’s go to the bathroom. " She led me a dirty bathroom explaining,
"This is the slave bathroom. Lie down in the tub." I laid in the tub
wondering what this had to do with peeing. I was beginning to become
concerned when she reached into the cabinet and pulled out a set of
cuffs which she preceded to lock around each of my ankles. Next, she
cuffed my wrists to a set of bolts in the bathtub. She then slipped
the chains from my ankle cuffs through a pulley and pulled my legs up
over my head until my penis was positioned over my mouth. "This is the
beginning of your training, slave", she said grimly. "It is here that
you will learn how to become a toilet. You will gradually learn to eat
shit and drink piss as if it were the most scrumptious meal on earth."
She then reached into the cabinet again and produced a foul looking
device. It was a double funnel with a small funnel on one end and a
large funnel on the other end held together by a thick 3" piece of
tubing. The small side had straps hanging from it. She wedged the
small funnel into my mouth. It was large enough to be extremely
uncomfortable. She then strapped the thing around my neck and head,
holding it firmly in place. Once the device was in place, I could not
close my mouth. Swallowing felt very uncomfortable. She then applied a
small clamp to my nostrils, pinching them shut so I was forced to
breath through my mouth and the hideous device she had installed. She
disappeared for a few minutes, returning with a hairbrush. She began
slapping my exposed balls. I was struggling to hold in the pee that
had accumulated over the last few hours. She started wacking my
engorged penis, telling me to let loose my stream. Unfortunately, my
dick was so hard, I could not release my piss. Noticing this, she took
off her shoe and started stabbing at my dick and balls with her
stiletto heel. After several seconds, my erection abated. "Piss", she
yelled again, and I began letting loose my fluids. I began pissing
right into the funnel and into the back of my throat where the cycle
would begin again soon. I was totally humiliated while she continued
to pummel and stab my poor balls. I wondered if they would ever work
right again but then I remembered that I really would have no use for
them. Seemingly reading my mind, she answered my thoughts, "Yes, it is
of no concern whether you retain functionality of your testicles. In
fact, based on how your training and temperament go, I may decide to
have you neutered." But first, let’s see how well they really work.
She began fiercely jerking on my cock while stabbing at my aching
balls with the shoe in her other hand. "I want you to come for me now,
slave. I want to see you drink your own seed because as my slave, you
will be required to suck cock for my amusement and you had better
acquire a taste for it now. I was moaning through the funnel as she
jerked my dick repeatedly. She was really pulling on my cock to the
point where I wondered if she was trying to pull it off. Despite the
pain, I was nearing orgasm from the sheer humiliation of what I was
going through. Sensing this, she stopped stabbing my dick and plunged
her heel into my asshole. That was too much for me and my cum erupted
from my inflamed balls while spurt after spurt of gooey white cream
spilled into the funnel and into my open mouth. I had never tasted cum
before but I had the feeling that I would become all too familiar with
it in the near future.

Part II
I awoke, the next day, still cuffed and in the same position with my
dick just above my mouth. I reeked of urine. I realized that several
times during the night, I had pissed into my mouth and I had no choice
but to swallow it, lest I drown in my own piss. Unfortunately, I
needed to shit really bad. I tried calling out to Mistress Gloria but
with the funnel-device between my lips, could only manage a meager
groan. After several futile attempts at summoning my goddess, I could
hold it no longer and I began shitting. To my horror, the shit dropped
into the funnel and into my mouth. At first I resisted swallowing it
but I realized two very important things:

1)  If I did not swallow, I would not be able to breath.
2)  If enough shit accumulated in the funnel to clog it up, I would
die.

I had no choice but to swallow my own shit. After gulping down a huge
load of shit, I happened to look over at the bathroom door and saw the
smirk on Mistress Gloria’s face. "Very good, toilet", she clapped.
"You have taken the first step towards total slavery. You have eaten
your own shit."  She continued, "For the next few weeks, your diet
will consist entirely of feces and urine - And since most of the
nutrition has been already digested before the shit is expelled, you
will need to consume much more quantity of food than you would
normally eat. In order to make the meals more interesting, I will
sometimes allow you to season your meals with spices and sauces. You
will take all your meals in the bathroom so as not to offend the rest
of my living quarters with your foul and disgusting eating habits." I
now fully realized that this was NOT a game. I had thought that
Mistress Gloria was some bored ex-housewife who realized that she
could make a buck off eager and willing men, but now full well knew
the blunt truth of her desire to train toilet slaves. She lit a
cigarette and continued talking, "In a few minutes, I’ll be leaving to
go eat breakfast. When I get back, you’ll have some business to attend
to." She took one drag on her cigarette and to my horror, moved it
toward my balls. She held the burning cigarette next to my scrotum for
a few seconds and just when I thought she was only testing me, she
pressed the red hot cigarette into my balls. I screamed into the
funnel as I passed out…

Ahhhhhhhh, I was sitting on a sandy beach, water gently lapping at my
toes. I was sipping a Pina Colada and thinking about leggy blondes
when suddenly, I couldn’t breathe. What was happening! Arggggg, I was
suddenly awake. I had been dreaming. I was vaguely aware that Mistress
Gloria’s ass was perched above the funnel. She had released my leg
restraints and  was shitting into my mouth. As if by some ancient
female worshipping instinct, I began eating her precious gift,
sometimes chewing it, and sometimes gulping it down knowing that
another load was being pinched off and was hurdling down towards my
throat. It was a combination of solid and runny shit but realizing it
was my Mistress’s shit made my dick hard again. Finally she finished
shitting and began wiping her ass with toilet paper. After each
wiping, she would drop the wad of soiled paper into the funnel and
then ram it into my mouth with a large stick. After consuming her
shit, she adjusted slightly and rained down quite a bit of bittersweet
piss into my mouth. This was even more dangerous than the shit because
she was able to piss so much that it took me 30 seconds to gulp it
down - 30 seconds of time with which I could not breath. When I had
swallowed the last drop of her golden nectar, she again applauded my
efforts. "Very good John", she said with almost a hint of pride. "I
hope you enjoyed your breakfast because you will not be eating again
until late tonight. You see, I’m having a New Year’s Eve party and
you’re part of the entertainment!". Telling me to wash up, she
uncuffed me completely but warned me not to remove the funnel device.
She told me that she would have clean clothes ready for me to wear at
the party but I was to remain naked until then. She then turned out
the lights to the bathroom and closed the door. I heard a key turn in
the lock and realized I was not going to go anywhere. I took a very
nice hot shower and tried to get as much of the shit-stink off of me
as I could. Without lights, It was very difficult but I managed to
feel my way to the sink where I found a bar of soap. Unfortunately,
there was no towel so I had to sit in the bathroom, soaked to the
bone, until Mistress Gloria was ready for me again.

I don’t know how long I had been in the bathroom when I heard a key in
the lock. I was very relieved to see Mistress’s beautiful face. She
led me out and into what could only be described as a stall. It
consisted of a dirt floor, a few mats, and flimsy walls. She handed me
a bag of clothes and told me to get changed and that the guests were
due soon. I put on a pair of pink crotchless panties, fishnet
stockings, pink pumps with 4" heels, a very short black skirt, and a
black collar. The shoes were extremely uncomfortable but surprisingly,
I found my dick getting hard and poking out of the crotchless panties.
"Walking in heels takes a little getting used to", I heard her say,
"…but you’ll find that most guys are turned on by them. Even when THEY
are the ones in them!". She giggled and then gave me a list of things
to do to get ready for the party. At the bottom of the list was the
following note:

NOTE:
Upon finishing your tasks, you will clean and scrub your bathroom
until it looks and smells spotless. Once the party starts,  you will
be restricted to the bathroom. In fact, you will be chained into a
potty device and used directly as a toilet for all the guests. Please
extend every courtesy possible to our wonderful guests.

Part III
About a ½ hour before the guests arrived, Mistress Gloria took me back
to the bathroom. Instead of using the bathroom door, she took me past
the bathroom and down a small set of 4 steps into a sort of crawl
space. She led me to what looked like an 18th century stockade except
it was in the floor. She positioned my head and arms into the holes
and told me to be still. She then went up the stairs, locked the door
and I saw her enter the bathroom where she padlocked the boards around
me so that I could not move. She then positioned a small toilet
directly over my face. The edge of the funnel in my mouth slid into a
groove in the bottom of the toilet and became the bowl of the toilet.
"You wanted to be my slave. You wanted to try scat and you wanted to
eat my shit. You weren’t content to fantasize about it so here you
are…The genuine article…A true toilet slave." I heard her laughing as
her heels clicked down the hall. Just then I realized that I had
reached the pinnacle of my existence; That of eating my Mistress’s
shit.

Soon, I heard the dull roar of laughter, glasses clinking, and music
blaring. I awaited in terror for the first guest to appear. I heard
the clackity clack of heels and the bathroom door burst open. From my
vantage point I could not see anything until her ample cheeks
descended upon my porcelain world. I could see her asshole flower open
and soon after, her odorous waste began raining down upon me. It all
went into the funnel and into my mouth where I struggled to gulp it
down, lest I not be able to breath. Mercifully, she was soon done. I
had to swallow several nasty wads of shit-paper but all in all, it
could have been worse. It soon was… About 15 minutes later, a man
walks into the bathroom. He chuckles and starts pissing into my mouth.
For some reason, the thought of drinking his piss is vile and
disgusting to me. Unfortunately, he apparently was able to hold quite
a bit more than my Mistress and I was unable to breathe for close to a
minute while I swallowed his bitter tasting urine. Just when I thought
I could breath easy for a few minutes, he plops his hairy ass down and
begins shitting into my mouth. It is foul and disgustingly bitter but
I chew and gulp it down as fast as I can. Again, I am forced to eat
his ass-wipe paper when he is done. Fortunately, the next person who
has to use the bathroom is a women. I hear her futzing around with
something and she sits down and begins to urinate. For some reason,
the taste is very strange but again I am forced to gulp her liquid
down so that I may continue breathing. I suddenly see the red blotchy
smears on the funnel and realize that she’s on her period. As I am in
the process of  gulping down her menstrual fluids, she grunts and
begins shitting a long dark turd into the middle of the menstrual mix.
Gagging and gulping, I swallow the fluids and suck the long log of
shit into my throat. I resist the urge to throw-up, since retching
would only make matters worse. This continues off and on for the next
several hours. Eventually, I hear fireworks, cheers and screams and
realize that as the world has passed into the dawning of a new year,
so too have I passed into the dawning of a new life as toilet slave to
Mistress Gloria. 

I look back at that instant in the restaurant when I could have
refused to sign the contract and wonder what would have become of my
life if I had simply walked out. Suddenly my thoughts are interrupted
by the sounds of a door opening. A familiar ass sits upon the throne
and a voice above says, "Have you made any New Year’s resolutions,
John". She chuckles. "I’ve been saving a big resolution for you since
this morning", and her little sphincter opens and begins expelling the
most delicious treat. It’s a hot fudge sundae sampled directly from
Mistress Gloria’s beautiful asshole. I savor the fruits of her labor
and lovingly eat this gift she is bestowing upon me from the depths of
her soul. I now know why I was put on this earth and realize that if
given the chance, I would sign that contract again and again and again
and again.




Part IV

A few days later, she allows me to get a hot shower and she brings me
a set of regular clothes. "We're going someplace special, John", she
said, not telling me any details. When I was cleaned up and dressed,
she attached a choke-chain around my neck and after attaching a leash
to the collar, she started tugging and heading towards the door. She
hailed a cab while onlookers grinned and pointed at me, some with
disbelief, others with disgust. She directed the cabbie to a very
rundown neighborhood. Once we were out of the cab, she explained to
me, "John, today you are going to earn your keep. I've gotten you a
gig starring in a porn movie. Now, remember that whatever you are
asked to do by the producer or the other actors, you will comply
immediately and without any complaints. Once we are in the building,
you will be a slave not only to your Mistress Gloria, but to anyone
else that gives you orders". Leading me towards the door she stopped
and glared at me exclaiming, "Do you understand", she says. I nodded
meekly and replied, "Yes, I understand". "Good", she says; "I must
warn you that if you do not comply completely, you will suffer the
consequences." Based on what I had been through in the last week, I
couldn't imagine what horrific brand of terror awaited me but thinking
back to her comments about neutering me, I resolved to be completely
agreeable to whatever awaited my porn film debut.

Inside, we were greeted by a greasy looking, overweight and balding
man with a big nose who I immediately recognized from several porn
films I had seen over the years. This was a guy who I was always
amazed at since he looked like a beer drinking lazy slob but who
always managed to "make it" with the hottest looking women in the porn
industry. My dick was hardening at the thought of cavorting with some
of the industry's finest women. Gloria introduced me to the producer
Ron, who began explaining the nature of the film. As he began talking,
it was obvious that he was talking to Mistress Gloria…"OK", he says;
"This is a typical fetish picture. John here is going to play Gloria's
louse of a husband. After two-timing Gloria for several months, She
gets wise to his antics. She meets up with Tom and begins having a
torrid affair. Eventually, Gloria decides to get even with John…"

<Scene 5 take 1>
I walk into my front door saying, "Gloria, I'm ho-me". Instead of
receiving my usual cheery greeting from Gloria, I'm suddenly sucker
punched from behind. The guy playing Tom doesn't pull any punches
either. He hits me hard in the back of my head and I crumple to the
floor. "You bastard", he yells. "How could you put Gloria through
this? She deserves better than you!", and with that he begins fiercely
kicking me in the stomach and chest. I want to jump up and run but I
can see Ron with a smile on his face. I wonder where Mistress Gloria
is. Perhaps she is backstage. Suddenly, Gloria appears. She is
gorgeous and worthy of Goddess stature. She is wearing panties, a
midriff top showing off her pierced naval and spider tattoo, and she
is wearing spiked, metal toe ankle boots. The sight of her prominent
breasts cause me to lose focus as she joins in with the kicking,
concentrating on kicking me in the face. After a few minutes, my nose
is bloodied and I wonder if it is broken. After all that time wearing
the funnel I was just starting to get used to breathing normally again
and now this…"Turn over onto your back you sorry piece of shit", she
orders. Like a well trained dog, I instinctively heed to her command.
"I want you to beg me to punish your sorry little dick." I laid there
dumbly, not knowing how she wanted me to respond. She suddenly reeled
back her foot and kicked me in the balls. "Ooooooow", I groaned. She
answered "Beg, you idiot. Beg me for more!". I suddenly understood.
She wanted me to beg her to kick me in the balls. Unbelievably, my
dick was hardening and my thoughts were focusing at the prospect…
"Please, kick me in the balls", I replied. "Is that it ?", she said.
"Is that the best you can do?" I answered, "Please Mistress…Please
kick me in the balls. Kick me as hard as you can. I want you to kick
me with your metal tipped boots right in my testicles. I want you to
kick me so hard that you make my pitiful little dick and balls
useless. Please kick me and don't stop even if I beg you to stop!".
"That's much better!", she answered. And she pulled back her foot and
began kicking my dick and balls. When I reflexively closed my legs,
she stomped her heel down onto my dick, causing me to groan in pain.
After repeatedly kicking my balls to a pulp for nearly 5 minutes, she
began ramming the heel of her boot into my swollen and bruised balls.
I fought the urge to vomit and struggled to maintain consciousness. At
one point, she stepped up onto my crotch with both feet and began
lightly jumping up and down. I pleaded with her to stop but as soon as
I began begging, she started slamming the heel of her foot into my
cock and abdomen. "You told me not to stop even if you beg, worm!",
she yelled while continuing to pummel my dick and balls. Just as I
began to lose consciousness, she stepped up onto my chest. Placing the
toe of her boot against my eye, she applies pressure and grinds her
boot firmly against my face. "You little faggot", she screams. "You
thought I wasn't wise to your antics but I knew you were cheating on
me. At first it really bothered me but after I got to KNOW Tom, I
realized that sex could be pleasurable for me too. You see, Tom has a
real man's dick. In fact, I'm quite surprised you were able to find
someone at all with your puny little dick and balls". They both had a
laugh at that. "Tom, why don't you show him what a real dick looks
like?", she exclaimed. "John, take your clothes off first". My body
racked with pain, I slowly removed my clothes. Mistress Gloria Tom
helped me sit up against the couch. Tom moved closer towards me and
commanded, "Take down my pants, asshole." Remembering my promise to
Mistress Gloria, I began unbuckling his belt and I removed his pants.
His enlarged penis was making quite a tent in his cotton briefs. I
could smell his maleness and for some reason felt my cock stiffening.
"Kiss his dick John", Gloria commanded. I kissed his dick through the
cotton panties. "Look at his little erection", Gloria shouted
excitedly. "It looks like I'm not the only one who likes big cocks!".
I noticed the film crew chuckling as Gloria ordered, "Now, pull his
underwear down with your teeth." I grasped his briefs with my teeth
and preceded to pull down his underwear. His cock sprang to it's full
glory and hit me in the face as I dragged his briefs down to his feet.
"Now suck it", he ordered. I had never before committed an act of
homosexuality but for some reason, my mouth was watering as I began
tonguing the velvety head of his huge cock. Gloria was fingering
herself and I noticed her eyes gleam with pride and excitement as I
began to lick his cock in earnest. I took him completely in my mouth
but he was so large, I was unable to take more than 3-4 inches of it.
He suddenly grabbed the back of my head and shoved his large member
all the way back into my throat. I suppressed my gag reflex as much as
possible and it was a good thing because he showed no mercy. Cheered
on by Gloria and the film crew, he continued raping my mouth, all the
while grinning for the camera. Amidst all the hoopla, I noticed an
increase in his urgency and he began moaning loudly. "Swallow his
come, shithead", Gloria roared, and at that instant, he started
cumming, with jet after jet of hot sticky cum hitting the back of my
throat and sliding down into my stomach. I realized that in addition
to being a shit slave, I was becoming a true cum slave as well. "Lick
him clean", Gloria ordered, "And don't forget his sweaty asshole". I
licked him clean and then he turned and bent over, spreading his
cheeks. I licked his musky, sweaty, male asshole while the camera
still ran. After he stepped aside, Gloria asked, "Now what do you have
to say for yourself?" Not being sure what she wanted me to say, I
meekly said "Thank-you". She looked at me with a puzzled look on her
face and replied, "Thank-you? Is that all you've got to say? Are you
not sorry for how you have treated me ? You made me look like a fool
in front of all my friends. You're so full of shit…At least
figuratively speaking. Perhaps you'd like to REALLY be full of shit?"
With an evil grin on her face, she removed her panties and turned her
back towards me, her gorgeous and perfectly proportioned ass swaying
magically in my face. "Lean your head back and open your mouth
asshole", she commanded. "You're about to find out what it's really
like to be full of shit". She perched her anus over my open mouth, and
ordered me to stick my tongue as deep as I could into her ass. "I want
you to lick the shit from my bowels", she ordered. "I stuck my tongue
as far as it would go into her ass. I felt a solid protrusion which
must have been the tip of her load of shit. "Now lean your head back
against the couch." I saw her ass muscles contract just as her anus
puckered, revealing a large dark brown turd rapidly emerging. Looking
between her legs, she positioned the precariously dangling shit-log
over my mouth and said, "Open wide. You're in for a treat!". I opened
my mouth wide and craned my neck upwards and bit off a 5 inch chunk of
her shit. It was particularly foul and sickly smelling and tasting and
combined with the cock and ball beating I had taken, I felt close to
heaving. However, despite all that, my cock was amazingly hard.
Noticing my aroused state and perhaps uncharacteristically showing a
bit of mercy, she lightly stroked my sore, blood-engorged member. As
my arousal grew, so did my enthusiasm for the unenviable task to which
I had been assigned. I quickly chewed and swallowed her delicious
bowel treat and opened my mouth wide, an unmistakable sign that I was
ready for more. She granted my silent wish, planting her asshole
directly on my mouth and sitting on my face and began shitting through
my more than willing lips. Her beautiful shit was cascading into my
open mouth where I began chewing and swallowing as fast as I could.
She continued lightly stroking my cock which of course made me all the
more enthusiastic for her gourmet excreta. Occasionally, she would
pause for a few seconds allowing me to savor the richness of the feast
she had prepared especially for me, and then I would be forced to gulp
down what was in my mouth as I felt the next large piece of her shit
glide past my lips. Mouthful after mouthful of her hot, chunky shit
along with an occasional burst of her delicious gas was forcing it's
way through my lips and down my throat. I felt myself near orgasm as
she came to a stop and grunted, squeezing one last bitter chunk of
shit into my mouth. "Clean me", she said and at that instant I let
loose with a tremendous orgasm as she jerked my cock wildly. My poor
bruised balls managed to do their job as my cock pulsed, sending my
cream wildly onto the floor. Meanwhile, I licked and slurped at her
delicious ass. I continued licking for another 5 minutes while I made
sure her ass was clean enough to eat off of (Since I would clearly be
doing so in the very near future). She then slid back slightly on my
face and started pissing into my mouth where I struggled to keep up
with drinking her bitter flow. After she was finished, I heard the
shout, "CUT. That's a take guys!", and the scene was complete. "That
was really hot John", Ron commented. "You almost made me believe you
enjoyed yourself. Gloria added, "He did enjoy himself, Ron. In fact,
he'll show everyone at the release party just how much he enjoyed
himself by performing toilet service for the whole cast and crew,
won't you John?" I could only nod meekly as I wondered what would be
in store for me over the coming months. Additionally, I wondered what
had become of the other slaves in Mistress Gloria's stable. I was
brought back to reality when Mistress Gloria ordered me to my knees
and said, "Now clean up this mess you made on the floor!"

The next night, Mistress Gloria indicated how proud she was of me for
performing so eloquently. She received many favorable comments from
the cast and film crew including several requests to borrow me for
parties. "Borrow me?", I asked. "Yes, my lowly toilet", she explained.
"You are MINE to do with as I please and that includes giving you
away, loaning you out, castrating you or even having you star in one
of Ron's snuff flicks". She laughed wickedly at me and my helpless
disposition. "I've heard of snuff films", I said. "I always thought
they were fake". "They may be", she chuckled, "It's simply that the
last few slaves I've grown tired of were sold to Ron to be used in his
films and I have not heard from them since. Draw your own
conclusions…" She added, "It would behoove you to make sure you
continue to pique my interest. Speaking of which, you did so well
tonight that I have a special treat for you. In a few minutes you will
eat my bubbling crude directly from my ass. Follow me." She got up and
headed towards the slave quarters. She lifted up her skirt and bent
over a small padded stand that was situated in the corner of the
dungeon about waste, high. There were stirrups for her feet and
handles which she grasped. Her gorgeous ass was perched upon the stand
with her beautiful asshole highlighted as the center of attraction. I
could only gasp as I reveled in the beauty of her feminine charms.
"John, in a matter of minutes, I will begin to empty my bowels.", she
explained. "As my shit is expelled, you will eat it as quick as
possible, ensuring that none of touches my lovely buttocks. If you get
any on me at all, I will castrate you immediately." She began grunting
and I literally ran to her ass as she farted and immediately started
delivering a lovely load of chunky and foul smelling shit. It pushed
it's way out of her puckered hole and  I began sucking her shit into
my mouth. Unfortunately, Mistress was shitting at a quicker rate than
I could ingest. Sensing that I was not keeping pace, she said,
"Remember, I have my razor and strop ready and waiting should you fail
to comply with my order", and she grunted again. Fearing I would not
be able to swallow fast enough, I began cupping my hands and catching
her shit and gobbling it from my hands whenever she would pause. It
seemed that she hadn't shit for days the way she kept expelling inch
after inch of her slimy chocolate which was creating a formidable
mound in my hands. As she was almost finished, I could hear her strain
and then she grunted and splattered my face with her runny diarrhea.
"Finish your treat, then wipe me off and don't forget to properly
dispose of the toilet paper", she said. She got up from the stand,
watching me greedily gobble up her toxic waste. She picked up
something, aimed it at me and said, "Smile for the camera". I saw a
flash and heard the whir of the Polaroid. There were a few more
flashes while she explained, "I'm putting together a little packet to
send your wife, your employer, you parents, etc. Once they know about
your perversions, they will want nothing to do with you. Remember,
this was your wish. You wanted to be a scat slave and worship a
beautiful women. Remember that I warned you that fantasies were often
better left to the imagination. And remember that I told you that a
slave is forever; That is until I grow tired of him". She laughed
cruelly and said, "So is it all that you dreamed of and more?" I
nodded and continued eating the last of her special fudge, licking my
fingers clean. "Done already?", she asked. "Perhaps you would like
seconds…"

Part V

For the next few days, I served as a complete toilet to Mistress
Gloria and her friends. One of her friends Ginger, really scared me as
she was always pulling out her pocket knife and smiling wickedly
whenever I served them. One evening, Mistress Gloria had a
get-together with a few of her friends including Ginger. I was
instructed to serve them, naked of course but for high-heeled pumps
and thong underwear. Early in the evening, Ginger passed gas and
giggled, "I guess I really need to use the bathroom." Mistress Gloria
replied, "Well, what are you waiting for. Your toilet is ready and
willing". Ginger pulled her knife out and with a with a gleam in her
eye, told me, "On your knees bitch. I need to use the toilet…And I do
mean USE". Complying immediately, I dropped to my knees and started
crawling towards the restroom. I heard Ginger ask Mistress Gloria
something in hushed tones and Mistress Gloria replied haughtily, "Of
course you may. Just make sure not to make a big mess". I could hear
all the ladies giggling as I laid down on my back in the bathroom.
Ginger walked in and told me to lay still. Telling me to keep my mouth
shut and not to move, she began shitting on my face. As she began
cutting off my underwear she said, "Do not move a muscle. I want you
to lay there savoring the smell of my shit. I will be playing with
your cock using my blade. I would hate to have you move suddenly and
cause me to slip with the knife". She chuckled at her wit and my
predicament. She began gently running the tip of her knife over my
engorged cock and balls. "You have such a lovely little cock, John.",
she whispered. "You don't know how badly I'd like to take it with me
and add it to my collection", and with that she dug the blade firmly
into the base of my cock, drawing blood. "Ugh!", I exclaimed while
flinching. "I told you not to move BITCH", she said. She began tracing
the blade of the knife around my shaven balls, causing me to tremble
and shake. "It would be so easy to slice your balls right off", she
said. "I have my neutering kit with me tonight", she said in an
artificially cheerful voice. "I could slice and dice and splice you
before you could say ball-less", she laughed. She began jerking me off
with one hand, while the other hand began gently sawing at the base of
my scrotum. I could feel the serrated edge of the knife digging in
slightly. I was aware of a slight trickling sensation as the knife
slightly cut into my balls. "I bet you'd like to be without your
balls, wouldn't you? You would be free of all those silly masculine
feelings of aggression. You'd never have to worry about blue-balls,
embarrassing stains on your pants and all those other disgusting
things that men are constantly preoccupied with. What do you say?
Would you like Ginger to cut your balls off?" I couldn't answer
because there was a load of shit covering my face. I had to admit to
myself that what she said had made sense. Besides…Any reservations I
had about it were being contradicted by my rock hard penis. I began
nodding my head. "Are you agreeing with me, John? You want me to
castrate you right now and end your suffering ?" I was nodding
vehemently but she said, "No, I don't think so. When I castrate a
slave, I really like him to suffer. You have not suffered nearly
enough. My slaves beg to be castrated. When I torture a slave, he
usually opts for toilet duty and castration as an alternative to the
pain I will constantly put him through. Perhaps someday you will have
the privilege." She stood up and began wiping her ass, dropping the
toilet paper on top of my face, where it clung to the foul smelling
pile of dung she had deposited there a few minutes earlier. "What are
you waiting for young toilet", she asked. "Eat up",  Realizing my
duties, I wiped the large pile of shit off of my face and into my
hands, where I began gulping it down. After consuming the last of her
shit and wiping my face and hands, I examined the wounds she had left
on my cock and balls. Fortunately, they were simply flesh wounds. No
stitches would be required. I was thankful for that since I could
easily imagine sadistic Ginger gleefully sewing me up without
anesthesia!

As I was getting up, Lori walked in and said, "You ain't going nowhere
little man. I've been eating all day long and I've got to take a huge
shit. It looks like this is your lucky day. Lori was a petite brunette
with small breasts and a gorgeous set of legs. She couldn't have been
taller than 5 feet. She was a dynamo, however. She grabbed my by my
hair, forcing me down onto my knees in front of the toilet. Straddling
the toilet and with her ass in my face, she grabbed the back of my
head telling me to lick her little rosebud. I grabbed her beautiful
asscheeks and began lavishly licking and slurping at her ass,
salivating at the feast which awaited me…I did not have to wait long
as an incredibly large, thick, mass of her foul shit pushed it's way
past my lips. I was amazed that something so large and foul could be
emanating from such a small and beautiful little ass but it did. Her
shit just kept coming and coming. I didn't have time to chew it as it
steadily propelled itself from her ass for the better part of 20
seconds before she paused. It had come so quickly that I had
practically inhaled it without swallowing. Unfortunately, I was
extremely nauseated at this point and struggling to keep it down.
However, she was not quite finished…She moaned and squeezed off
another 8 or 10 inches of shit into my mouth, all the while keeping
her hand firmly against the back of my head. This time, sensing the
end of her expulsion, I was able to savor the aroma, texture, and feel
of her shit as I leisurely chewed the chunky delight. She allowed me
the luxury of enjoying her shit for several minutes before ordering me
to swallow and lick her clean. I burrowed my tongue deep into her ass
where I was rewarded with another small chunk of her shit that I was
able to dig out of her asshole.

Mistress Gloria poked her head into the bathroom and exclaimed, "Whew,
what have you been doing in here? Get cleaned up so you can serve us
some dessert…And don't forget to brush your teeth." I glanced down at
the sink and noticed that my toothbrush was missing. Grinning at my
dilemma, Mistress Gloria reached under the sink saying, "OOPS, I guess
we've misplaced your toothbrush. I guess this will have to do". She
handed me a very funky, discolored toilet brush which had obviously
been well used for quite a while. "Make sure you do a good job.", she
said merrily as she left the room.

When I finished cleaning myself up, I was instructed to serve the
women dessert. Seeing a pie-box sitting on the counter, I fixed each
of the women a slice of pie and made each of them a cup of coffee.
Taking a sip of coffee, Mistress Gloria informed me, "There is a
special dessert for you in the slave refrigerator. All my friends
chipped in to prepare it especially for you." The women were openly
giddy as I padded silently towards the slave quarters to get my
special treat. Opening the door, I was immediately greeted with the
foul smell of feces. The culprit was obviously a large, ½ gallon
tupperware container filled to the top with feces. Grimacing, I
carried the heavy container back into the living room where a place
setting and bib were waiting for me at a table. A large bottle of
acrid smelling piss was sitting on the table next to a large glass
filled to the brim. "You see," Mistress Gloria explained, "All during
the week, whenever I had company or visited with friends, I asked them
for a special donation, just for you. I collected piss and shit from
all my friends, male and female for this special occasion." Sensing my
hesitation, Mistress Gloria spoke angrily, "John, you are insulting my
friends and making me look like a fool. You will sit down right now
and eat this entire bowl of shit and the bottle of piss and you will
thank each and every one of my friends for the privilege!" I sat down
and Lori handed me a large spoon. I began taking mouthfuls of the huge
pile of turds while the women cackled excitedly. Raising her glass in
a toast, Mistress Gloria smiled wickedly and uttered, "To the power of
the internet…" 

Part IV

The following weekend, Mistress Gloria invited several of her friends
over for an afternoon cookout - Lori, Jen, Michelle, Donna, and Jewel.
I prepared the meal of course, dressed in a pair of tight fitting
thong underwear and wearing high-heels. All afternoon, the women would
tease me by grabbing my crotch or ass as I walked by and after a
while, I developed an embarrassing wet spot on the front of my briefs.
After making a dozen hamburgers and hot-dogs I announced that the food
was ready and the women sat down to enjoy the afternoon sun and close
companionship. I served each women a hamburger, hot-dog, chips, and an
ice cold beer. After cleaning up a bit, I made a plate for myself and
went to get a piss-beer from the bathroom. You see, I'm not allowed to
have processed drinks. I may only have "natural" drinks. In the
"master" bathroom, Mistress Gloria keeps a 6 pack of empty beer
bottles along with a funnel. Guests who use the bathroom are
encouraged to use the funnel to prepare "natural" beer for me to
drink. Today, since the guests were all drinking beer freely, I could
actually taste the beer in my drink. Of course, it was luke-warm since
it was so fresh! I had no sooner sat down to eat my hamburger when
Jewel sidled up to me and began openly massaging my cock. "John", she
cooed, "Why don't you show us some of your special sauce?". The women
all laughed and Mistress Gloria ordered, "Take your underwear off".
Putting down my plate, I slid the silky underwear down and stepped out
of them. My hard cock sprang free and Jewel gently grabbed it and
began stroking it. When a drop of pre-cum appeared, she ran her index
finger over the tip of my dick and immediately placed her finger in my
mouth. "Mmmmmmmm", I moaned. Jewel stopped stroking me and said
softly, "I'd love to see you stroke off John." When I didn't answer
right away, she raised her foot and jammed it between my legs. She
began wiggling her shoe and crushing my balls between her foot and the
chair. "Stroke yourself", she said firmly while applying even more
pressure to my aching balls. I began rapidly jerking my cock. Her foot
was crushing my balls creating an urgency for me to shoot off that was
beyond belief. I began moaning as I approached orgasm. Mistress Gloria
picked up my hamburger, removed the top of the bun, and positioned it
right in front of my cock and began rubbing the meat against my
cockhead. Between the hot beef, Jewel's ball crushing, and my
stroking, I began shooting my white hot cream. Spurt after spurt,
jettisoned from my hard member, landing on the hamburger being held by
my Mistress. It seemed that Jewel's foot stomping was squeezing the
cum out of my balls the way you would squeeze water from a sponge.
Finally, I was spent. I must have shot a ¼ cup of sperm, all of which
was now on my hamburger ! Mistress Gloria put the bun back on the
burger, handed me the burger and told me to eat up. The women teased
me about eating cumburgers but I knew I had to eat it without
complaints if I wanted to avoid a severe beating. I was able to eat
the whole cumburger as well as the entire bottle of piss-beer and I
set about cleaning up. 

When I was finished, Mistress Gloria told me to sit in the lounge
chair and await further orders. A few minutes later, I felt drop of
water and when I looked up, I saw one of the women sitting on the edge
of the balcony rail, pissing down on me. By habit, I opened my mouth
and swallowed the bitter fluid. The women were laughing uproariously.
After a couple of minutes, a second ass appeared over the edge of the
balcony and began pissing down onto my face. Again, I opened my mouth
wide and drank in her golden nectar, thankful to be able to worship
the waste of a goddess. I was still licking my lips when a 3rd ass
appeared. Like a baby bird awaiting it's first meal, I opened my mouth
awaiting my next golden gift. However, this time I received a
surprise. Instead of golden nectar, a foul chunk of shit splattered
against my face. I slid what I could into my mouth and swallowed
quickly awaiting my next gift. Her ass flowered open and began
shitting a long dark turd. I was able to position myself perfectly and
the turd dropped right into my waiting mouth. The women were giggling
loudly and I was vaguely aware of several flashes of light as they
began photographing my adventures. Another turd emerged but this time
I was not positioned correctly. It fell with a plop onto the patio
floor. Immediately, I bowed down and began eating the turd from the
ground. While I was eating, I felt a splash and realized that someone
was pissing on me from above. Before I could finish eating the turd on
the ground, I felt something plop against my head and realized that I
was being shit on. Some of the shit landed on my back and head and
some fell off onto the ground where I was able to gobble it up. There
was a pause and then I felt another mound of shit land on my head as
apparently another women needed to take a shit. After a few minutes,
the shit-rain subsided and I set about the task of cleaning the patio
the only way I knew how. By eating… After I cleaned off the patio, I
washed myself off using the hose and a bar of soap that Mistress had
left outside for me. 

After I cleaned myself up and dried off, Jen appeared and told me to
lie down. Of the 4 women, Jen had been the quietest. "I'm not really
dominant by nature", she explained to me. "However, it DOES turn me on
to have control…I want you to lie down on the lounge chair on your
back." I immediately did as I was told. "Would you like to eat my
shit?", she asked. I answered that I would gladly eat anything that
came from her gorgeous body. "Well", she said shyly, "You shall have
your chance." She positioned herself facing away from my body, her
anus perched over my mouth. "I want you to make a seal between your
lips and my ass. You see, I have been constipated for a few days and I
took a laxative this morning and I think I'm finally going to be able
to take a decent shit". Panicking slightly, I attempted to move but
she sat down with her full weight on my face and grunted deeply.
Immediately, she began shitting a river of runny shit into the back of
my throat. Gagging, and choking, I attempted to wiggle free but she
simply applied more pressure, holding me down and shitting even
harder. Mouthful after mouthful of foul liquid shit flowed into my
mouth and I swallowed as much as I could and concentrated on not
retching. Every so often, she would pause for a few seconds, allowing
me to catch my breath and then she bare down and squirt another foul
mouthful into my waiting mouth. Several times she paused long enough
that I thought my ordeal was over but then she would again grunt and
expel another torrent of her raw sludge into my mouth. Finally, she
lifted her ass up and just as I was about to get up, she lowered her
ass over my face and shat a small, fibery, ball of shit right into my
face, where it exploded, covering my face and hair. She was kind
enough to hand me a bowl of warm water and a towel, allowing me to
wipe of my face and hair. I was moved by her kindness and was
beginning to think her a sweety when she plopped her shit-hole onto my
face ordering, "Clean me up please." I carefully cleaned her asshole
and licked up a few splatterings of shit from her velvety cheeks. She
thanked me and walked away. Seeing her ass swaying back and forth, I
felt my cock throb and was thankful to be able to kiss her sweet ass
and consume her precious bowel movement. A slap to my face brought me
back to reality as Michelle turned her back to me and lowered her
shorts. Bending over and pressing her ass back into my face, she
giggled and said, "I thought you might like desert…"