Binding ContractPart 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…"
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