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Punishment, not a sentence This story is 100% true. The only thing changed are names. -------- So Monica and I have been dating a while and we laid some initial ground rules. -We don't do it more than a three times in any given week since this IS in fact dangerous and not safe for me to consume that much fecal matter. There are few inevitabilities that will happen to you if you are successful in turning your relationship into more than just girlfriend and boyfriend and are able to layer that with Owner-User and slave-toilet. No matter what you think about being a toilet, even if it's the most intense turn on to both you and your partner, there's going to come a time where they want you to eat their shit and you're just not in the mood. You'll also start to notice that the Owner-User starts thinking that the slave-toilet is just that. You'll see in their eyes that what you want/feel doesn't matter. It will scare you. It will mark the end of your relationship as girlfriend/boyfriend. That's what happened with Stephanie. And that's what happened a week ago... Monica and I were out west for business for me and I flew her with me. When the plane landed she bit her lip, looking at me seductively and then she leaned over to whisper in my ear. "I'm going to use your mouth as my personal toilet bowl at the hotel. I've got a big one brewing." I was hard as a rock immediately. We left the plane and headed to the hotel. She had her pants off before the door shut and hurriedly tossed her suitcases on the bed. "Get in there on your back! This is happening NOW!!!" Monica is always so genuinely excited about shitting in my mouth. She truly, honestly enjoys it. I've had women who've thought this was disgusting and refused to shit in my mouth and some that did it reluctantly. It's always the battle that's hardest to inquire about, but it's my fetish so what can I do? Monica was easy, though. If you'll recall, I was "sold" into our relationship by my ex and her friend, Kate. Kate was one of the women that shit in my mouth more reluctantly. She enjoyed it to a degree, but I know now that she thought it was really weird and couldn't really stomach kissing me near the end. That didn't happen with Monica. She and I had no issues making love after I cleaned my mouth and teeth and showered. Back to the hotel bathroom... I was on the cold tile looking at the ceiling when she appeared above me. There was no eye contact as she literally rushed to squat over my mouth. She let a rush of spray farts and tiny turds as she was lowering herself. It was indeed a photo finish... My face was covered in shit immediately and I used my hands to give her a seat. If you forgot, Monica isn't exactly a small woman. She's by no means fat in any way, shape, or form, but she has a very sizeable and ample ass. It's more wide than big, but it's a great ass. As I was holding her up, I actually had to close my eyes because she kept farting... BLURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPP SSSSPLLLLLLRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTSSSSS PTHHHHHHBBBBBBBB PTH PTH SSSSSSSPPPPPLLLLLAAAAAARRRRRRRR Every fart she held on that flight was now being ushered by turds into my nose and mouth. It was horrendous smelling. I loved it. "I honestly didn't think it would be this violent of a shit, man... This is brutal! Oh my god! Hahahaha. I love how you just sit there with your mouth open waiting for the turds calmly while my ass is just unloading mercilessly on you. Right on your face! Hahaha!" She loved speaking cruelly but frankly about the situation. Another wave of farts... BRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPP LPLPLPLPLPLPLPLPLPLPLPLPLPLPLPL BUUUU BUUUUU Then she sighed and relaxed, nearly collapsing my arms as she rested her full weight on me. It wasn't pathetic enough to use me as a toilet, it's extra humiliation that I'm also required to be her seat for all of this. "Oh god. I think I'm.... Oh... Oh god," she sat up again, "Ohhhhhho ho ho man... I do not envy you...." I could feel a creamy turd enter my mouth and start to travel directly up towards my eyes. The foot long slick, smooth turd fell onto my right eye and she sighed again, this time it really WAS the end of her shit. "Ank ou or hitting in y outh." "You are so welcome toilet. Don't eat it yet..." She sat on my rock hard dick and rode me for maybe 30 seconds when I exploded. I'd not cum with that much force in a while... We went to dinner and then a party. She whispered in my ear, "What do you think these people would do if they knew your stomach was full of my shit?" "They'd think it was disgusting." "Is there anyone here that you think would shit in your mouth?" "No. Come on, stop, please. Someone's going to hear." She was visibly annoyed, "Hey, watch it. I decide if people find out or not, so answer my question. Do you think there's a woman at this party that would shit in your mouth?' I sighed, annoyed at her persistence, and scanned the room. There was a woman who once farted next to me, Brittiney. I mentioned her. And then I saw Sarah, who has an amazingly huge ass who is very rude and seems entitled. Then there was Emily and Bess, both of whom decorate themselves in makeup. All of these women are beautiful. All of these women are stunning. All of these women could use me as their toilet if they wanted and I would thank them after. Monica wasn't really interested in making me someone else's toilet though, not really. Well... Not yet... --- The party ended and was fine. There would be some strategic meetings the next morning and the significant others would see the city. Monica ended up bonding with a black woman named Michelle. They spent the day with Sarah, the big butt woman in the office. Her brown hair frames her beautiful face and her body is something of a miracle. Michelle looks interesting, but has a huge ass. I only said hi to her when introduced. We had to run, though, and get to the hotel because work really started at 2 that day. We'd have time to run to the hotel, grab a bite, and shower. That's it. We got to the room and I picked up the phone for room service. Monica pushed the button to hang up and said, "You won't need room service! I've been holding in a snack for you since about 10 am." "I can't. I don't really feel well." Monica looked very angry, "I don't fucking care! I want to use that mouth to shit. Let's go!" "No! Not right now. I have too much shit going on and have to get ready." "You do NOT have too much shit, because you can't get ENOUGH shit! Come on, let's go. I have to poop so go lay on your back!" We argued like this for 5 minutes or so when I just got into the shower and cleaned up. She was FURIOUS and I heard her on the toilet while I was showering. She knows I hate it when she shits during a shower because then I feel like I'm trapped with that stink (yes, I am aware her shit sits under my nose and yes I'm aware I personally sniff 99% of her farts, thank you). It was one of her most foul smelling dumps, too. This just pissed her off even more. We didn't talk until we met at the after-party. She was fine and seemed back to normal. I was glad for that. We saw some spots in the town Sunday and Monday, then it was back to normal life on Tuesday. Monica didn't mention anything and we agreed it would be good to take a few days off from toilet duties, clear our minds, and reset... But... I saw something in her eyes on Friday that I saw last week on Saturday... I got home from work and was greeted by a very intense looking Monica. She was not smiling and there was no joy as she spoke. It was forceful and her orders were to be obeyed, that much was clear... "Get in the bathroom. You're going to eat shit." Now, this had thrown me a little, but at the same time I felt very excited. I rushed and got on the floor. When the door clicked open I heard laughter and a voice say, "This can't be fucking real!" IT WAS FUCKING SARAH!!! MY FUCKING CO-WORKER WAS LOOKING AT ME NAKED ON THE FLOOR!!! I leapt up quickly and threw a towel over my junk. "What the fuck?! Sarah?! What the hell, Monica?!" The door opened and she stared at me very seriously, "Sarah is here to use you as her toilet. We talked and she actually brought up the idea of shitting in an idiot's mouth." "I had an ex who wanted to eat my ass. But when he was doing it all I could think about was how bad I just wanted to fucking rip one in his face! Hahaha." I pulled Monica by the arm out of the room and took her to the bedroom. She called back to Sarah, telling her, "It will just be a moment!" "Sure thing, but don't wait too long now! I've got a turtle head!" They both laughed. I read Monica the riot act, screaming and shouting. At the end of it all, I told her that we needed to break up because I couldn't have her going around telling people that not only do I eat shit, that I fucking enjoy it. "Are you done?" She asked with such a serious face, no joy at all. "Well... Yeah... I guess. I'm not going to serve Sarah, though. I can't eat a co-worker's shit." "Good. So here's the deal. I agree, we're not really meshing, but I'm not done trying. So we're not breaking up. Additionally, I will decide whether or not you're serving Sarah. And make no mistake, slave, you WILL eat Sarah's shit. You're going to go in there, crawling like pathetic slave, and then you're going to kiss her feet and BEG her to shit in your mouth. Are we clear?" I looked up and saw this intense look of someone who truly believed they had a right to do this to another human, "Crystal." Then, instead of standing up for myself, I got onto my hands and knees. When I crawled into the bathroom, Sarah was bottomless... I kissed the top of her foot and she lifted it up. "Kiss the bottom of my feet, idiot." "Thank you, Sarah. Th-" "Don't use my name. Call me Mistress." "Thank you, Mistress. Thank you for this. Please, please shit in my mouth. Please let me eat your heavenly dump. Please let m-." "Shut up, toilet." Sarah, using her feet alone, guided me onto my back. I've been on this bathroom floor countless times eating shit, but now it felt different... She stepped above me and I put out my hands to hold her ass cheeks. Sarah set each ass cheek in either hand and her cheeks spread, exposing her anus. It looked rather greasy actually... There was a massive sigh as her full weight pressed against me. "Lower my ass onto your face, toilet. I want you to pucker up and place a gentle kiss on each cheek and my anus." I obliged. Her right cheek was actually colder than her left ass cheek, and then as I got close enough to feel the heat of her anus that acted like a furnace, I placed my lips against her anus. I kissed her asshole. My lips made contact and then a hot, hissing fart split through my lips and I was tasting and smelling her fart. She let out another moan and then another hot, soupy fart. PSSSSSSSSsssssssssSSSSSSSSS I kept her asshole directly in my face when another fart rolled in. This one came from the deepest, darkest depths of her bowels... It smelled like rotten shit, like a beer shit. "I'm going to make you my toilet now. Pathetic." When she said that, I raised her up a little to give her turds some room so they wouldn't make a mess on her ass, but also low enough so her turds could drop easily into my mouth right out of her asshole. It's one thing to get shit on, but to intentionally make it easier for your user? That's fucking pathetic. The head of her brown, dry turd began to emerge. Her shit was egg shaped and this turd was very small, bite-sized. I caught it in my mouth and began chewing. She adjusted to look down before I mashed her dump with my teeth, smiling at the sight of her poop in my mouth. She sat back upright and the next turd emerged. It hung like a fish hook, the end bent slightly up. It stopped at about 7 inches in total. It was now just hanging there, right above my mouth, taunting me as if even her shit got in on the joke of making this even more humiliating. i bit into Her turd to show i knew how pathetic i was, a fact She clearly already knew as She was taking a shit directly into my mouth. When I bit into the tip of her shit, the rest of her turd fell with it, making a slapping noise. Sarah's butt jiggled in my hands as she laughed. The stink in the room was bad, but nothing otherworldly until she ripped another fart. This fart has to be up there amongst the worst, most foul smelling shits I've ever smelled. And it was just the fart. BAAAAAROUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUSSSSSSSSPLLLLLBBBBTTTHHHH Caaaa chickchikchikchikchikchikchikchik That last noise was the explosion of a tiny, impossibly thin rope of never ending shit. It was the width of twine and ranks amongst the worst smelling dumps I've been around. And it was going directly in my mouth. She didn't stop. Her huge ass was spread so wide and she just kept shitting, It soon filled my mouth and began piling higher and higher. If you'd not known it, you'd think you were looking at a ball of string in my mouth and now on my face. I was watching her anus as it barely opened, but somehow was producing this intensely high pile of dung I would be expected to consume. It was foul tasting and the stench is still in my nose (quite literally, actually. I'm pretty certain her shit is still inside my nostril). She laughed incredibly hard when she saw how much was on my face, while it was still building up. All this was really par for the course when serving as a toilet, but when she started to move around, it started to get rocketed directly into my right nostril. She didn't mean to, but now the ONLY thing I could smell was her shit. I thought it was humiliating before, but this took it to another level. Finally, after what seemed like a straight minute of her shit hitting me in my mouth and on my face, she let a sloppy sounding fart go with a glop of poop that hit my closed eyes. She stood up and I heard her wipe. Then I felt the paper stick to my forehead... She walked out of the bathroom and talked with Monica for a moment as they watched me chewing and eating Sarah's shit. When I was done, Sarah laughed and said she wouldn't tell anyone and that it was amazing for her. She said she wanted to shit in my mouth again and I told her to please do so if she ever felt like it. Monica smiled. Sarah motioned to my right cheek, "You've got a little something right there. Looks like my shit. Hahaha. Just kidding. It IS my shit. Oh my god! No matter what now, for the rest of our lives, no matter what, you're a guy who ate my shit." I put my head down in shame and Monica walked Sarah out. The shower I took was necessary and Monica came in with me. "I did that to teach you a lesson... Never say no to me again, ok?" There was humanity again in her eyes. This was a punishment, not a sentence. "I understand." We talked and reestablished some more rules around the relationship to more clearly define when we'll be Owner-User and slave-toilet. All in all, our relationship is better because I consumed Sarah's shit, as it is Monica's right to use me however she sees fit as a toilet. |
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