I knew I liked butts at a really young age. My friend Carrie would let me kiss her on her butt cheeks when we were kids and I loved that. She called herself "Queen Carrie" and the game we played was called "Queen Carrie's Kingdom". I was the slave and she could command me to do anything. I was always getting her snacks and chips or doing a dance for her. It was always silly, but the reward was always that I'd get to kiss her butt. We outgrew the game when we were around 7-8 and my mom caught me with my lips on Carrie's butt. We had to play separately and time went on. My mother yelled at me, "Larry! Don't kiss her butt! Kissing someone's butt means they're better than you!" I didn't know it at the time, but that was why I liked it.

I dated Carrie in high school and I did a little more than kissing her butt. We moved to ass licking and we both liked that. Eventually, my ass fetish kept growing and growing. I wanted her to fart in my mouth and Carrie said she couldn't go that far. It felt weird. Then things got weird and we broke up like a normal high school couple. We went to different colleges and everything was fine and normal and I met Shari.

Shari was Chinese and short and had a HUGE ass for someone so small. She let me eat her ass on our first date in her dorm room while she farted. I told her I wanted her to fart and she did. It was a HUGE fart that lasted 10-15 seconds.

BBRRRRRRRRORAAAAAAAARRRRRRRMMMMMMMMMMMMPT

Shari laughed and told me she loved how I made her feel important. We would date for 3 years and eventually we started playing more and more games in the bedroom. We played "Queen Shari's Kingdom" one weekend where I was her slave around the house and my reward was getting to smell her farts. Shari didn't really fart a lot, but it was fun and kinky. I was growing kind of tired of eating just farts, though. I knew I wanted us to take the next evolution. I wanted Shari to shit in my mouth.

When I told her, she looked perplexed...

"I mean... Farting is one thing. But shitting? Isn't that fucked up?"

I was straight forward, "Yes. It's very weird, and you don't have to... But I think it would be really hot. Especially if it was a big dump. It would be like you don't respect me and only think of me as your toilet."

Shari touched her belly and said, "Well, truth be told... I haven't shit in a few days and do think it might be a good idea. Let's try it."

She smiled with her kind eyes and we went to the bathroom.

I remember looking up at her and her turning around. She didn't say anything now and I could tell she was nervous. Shari squatted and I opened my mouth as her huge butt cheeks spread apart to show off her anus.

There was no farts, no fanfare, and no dirty talk. She just started to shit in my mouth and it was a LOAD! I closed my eyes, but could feel the heat and the weight of her poop. The smell made me feel ill, but I fought off getting sick.

"Eat it," Shari said with her butt still pointed at my face, "Eat my shit."

From then on, Shari never really dressed up for me and things felt very different. She would call me over to smell her farts even when we weren't playing games. Shari never asked me how I felt being her toilet and honestly, I wasn't sure how I felt, but Shari just kept using me as her toilet. She would shit in my mouth almost every day and would get mad if I was at work or in class when she had to shit. She'd wait for me to get back and then yell at me for being inconsiderate to her bowels.

I'd been her toilet for a few months until one day when we were having sex, she shouted the name "Daniel". I didn't put two and two together for another 2 months until I walked in and saw her and Daniel naked on the couch. I told her I was leaving her and she said, "Not until I take this last dump in your mouth, slave."

I'm ashamed to say I let her shit in my mouth one last time before leaving... Daniel asked if I wanted to suck his dick and I politely declined...

And so I stayed single my senior year, not wanting to be a toilet or slave and got my degree. It had been years since I'd truly been in a relationship, Shari shitting on me both figuratively and literally broke my heart. It wasn't until I was leaving my first job after a few years to take a position in management at a smaller company that someone from my team told me they liked me.

Her name is Meg and she's one of the most beautiful people I know. Not just physically, but also in her personality. She was bubbly and friendly. Really nice.

Meg also has an amazing body, but you wouldn't know it by how she dresses at work. I saw her out at a bar one time and couldn't believe it.

"Hey, Larry, before you leave... I just wanted to ask if you'd want to like grab dinner?"

She had big lips, wide-set eyes, and black hair and looked up at me with sincerity.

"Yeah, that sounds awesome."

We made plans and then after we'd been to dinner, things were going very well. We ended up inside her apartment and were talking.

"So, tell me something I wouldn't know about you. Be real about it," I said.

"Okay," she shifted, "I think that being open about what you like sexually is really important, so I'll just be honest and come out with it... I am very dominant and would really like a submissive partner. Someone I can control and own. It's kind of why I have always been attracted to you. You're really cute, but you just seem submissive and like I could do whatever I wanted because you're so caring..."

She looked at me like a predator does prey.

"I've always been submissive."

Meg's smile took over, "I knew it! I figured! Oh man! Well... How submissive would you be for me?"

"I would be your toilet."

And then it hung in the air and her face looked dire.

I started apologizing, seeing my mistake, "Shit! I'm sorry, Meg! I didn't mean to make it weird!"

She waved her hand and said, "No, this is good. I honestly had never really considered that as a possibility. I wanted to work up to complete ownership, but being my toilet would really put you in your place. You'd never be able to say anything to me because I'd just be able to make you eat my shit. You couldn't talk back, because then I could just make you lay down and I'd take a shit in your mouth. Have you ever entered into a relationship with a clear Master/slave dynamic?"

I knew I hadn't, "No... Have you?"

She shook her head, "Men are usually too afraid. But you're not like most men, are you?"

We kissed and we went to the bedroom where she sat on my face and I ate her ass. It was hard to breathe because her ass cheeks were so big, but she'd lean forward every now and then to give me air. She didn't fart, but she did grab a vibrator and made herself cum twice. The second time, she leaned back and almost suffocated me. I was in love.

A week later, we had laid out some ground rules and I agreed to all of them. I would wake up early to make her coffee and shower. I would wake her with my mouth on her pussy and eat her to completion. I would make her breakfast while she showered. I would leave and go to the gym and shower again. Then I would work. Then I would come home to make her dinner and would eat her dump at 8 pm since that's when she always shits. Then from 9-10 we would sit and watch tv on the couch like a couple. Whenever she needed to fart, I'd be there. We carried on like this for three months and I was satisfied. Meg was in charge of my paychecks and it was a loving relationship.

One day she said she wanted to tie me up and I allowed it. It was kinky.

She grabbed my computer and was sitting over my mouth while she started ripping farts.

"So first of all, what a fucking idiot."

What did she say?

Meg continued, "How the fuck could you possibly think that anyone could ever love you? How fucking stupid does someone like you have to be?"

She ripped a nasty, loud fart that was probably 10 seconds long...

PPPPPPPOOOOORRRRRRRRRRROUUUUUUSSSSS

"I am so happy that you decided to just fucking accept it, everything. You just kept fucking saying that you were ok with every change. And now, now is the final change. The last thing you'll ever be: My toilet."

BBURRRRRRRRRFFFFFFFFFFFTHHLLLLTTT

A 6-inch turd slid from her asshole and into my mouth.

"You just quit your job, by the way. And now I'm going through your social media and sending a DM to every woman you know and asking them if they want to shit in your mouth. I'm sending a friend request from me, too. Oh, and this is going to be posted to every network and I'll edit it so they hear my farts, but don't hear my devious plan."

I went to say something, but Meg unloaded a huge pile that stopped me from even screaming. It was like a big soft serve pile that just came out of nowhere. Her giant butt cheeks remained open so her hole could aim directly at my mouth like a disgusting sniper.

"I know you begged to be my toilet and want to be the toilet of women everywhere, so please, let Larry serve his purpose and come take a shit in his mouth!"

She signed off, stood up and looked down at me...

"You're fucking dead, toilet..."

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A few days later, Meg had used me much more often than once per day. It turned out this was a ruse and she wanted to lull me into a sense of security. The truth was that she had always wanted to see how many women could shit on a man before it was too much. She wouldn't force the shit in my mouth, but she also wouldn't unbury me from the mounds of shit that the women would be unloading. I knew I was going to die today and that it wasn't going to be pleasant, that much I knew.

The box she built had my head in it and nothing else. I would be 4 inches or so away from the assholes of as many women that wanted to use my face and mouth as their toilet, today. I knew by the pressure on my neck that this was by design and that this box was designed to kill me...

I couldn't remember her name, but I knew her as the wife of my neighbor. She was gorgeous and had a harsh face. She hated me for some reason and I never figured out why.

She said nothing to me, but pulled down her jumpsuit and sat down, unloading a thick log. It smelled horrible. Somehow, her fart was worse than the shit.

PLLLLLLAAAAKKKKWWWWWWWAAAAAAAKKKKK

I tried to eat it all, but she wiped and left. Before the door could even shut, a pretty and large Mexican woman entered. Her name was RoRo and she was a friend of Meg's.

RoRo sat down and the disgusting sludge she dropped covered my face. I couldn't handle the smell and started coughing. Some of her shit went into my lungs and I knew I might die a lot sooner than I thought.

RoRo farted a bunch, but her farting gave me a chance to eat some of the shit from my neighbor's wife. RoRo's shit was under my head, though. I knew that the pile is what would kill me more than anything.

RoRo left and a woman I only met once came in. I think her name was Valentina. She was tall, thin, but had a nice butt. She did yoga, I think?

She was in the bathroom for not even a full minute. Valentina sat down, unloaded a four foot turd that was light brown. Maybe it was the smelliness of the neighbor's wife's shit, but Valentina's poop didn't smell that bad. It was huge, though, and some of it fell down. I was in trouble...

Meg came in and laughed.

"Oh wow! We're only three ladies in and you're not even able to keep up. What a shame. What a pathetic toilet..."

She laughed as she left and in walked my ex, Shari.

Shari wouldn't even speak to me, but unloaded a huge pile of gloopy poop. It was disgusting how sticky and smelly it was, but what was worse is that I could now tell that there was so much and I was beginning to get buried...

Shari farted one parting goodbye.

PURRRRF

Carrie was next. I hadn't seen her in such a long time and I wanted to beg her to free me. What she said was, "I know this is what you want. I'll be sad you're gone, but happy I could help you get closure..."

And then Carrie, my one true love, the only woman that ever actually loved me, took a shit in my mouth. She took a shit on my face...

Carrie had grown up to be very pretty, but here she was, shitting in my mouth, so it didn't feel good. Carrie was apparently had a very heavy load and dumped four 2 foot long turds on me. I was now completely covered. She farted and said, "Goodbye, Larry. You're welcome for the shit."

And then Meg came back in and sat down.

Meg said with victory in her voice, "This is what you are. This is who you fucking are..."

Meg farted and began to shit. At this point, there was too much shit and I was buried. I could only smell the dumps of the women who used me as their toilet and I started to fade, fade, fade...

My last thought on this earth was wondering how Meg was going to clean this up.

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The answer of course, was that I, Meg, had another slave to do the clean up. And he did. Larry had a nice going away party. I'm glad I was the one to finish him, off too... Say, would you like to come to a party of mine?