I knew working in Washington on the hill was going to be a pain, but I drew a serious short straw. I didn't know anyone and had no connections. Plus, I was from the middle of nowhere in Kansas. There was nothing for me to do except work my way up from the bottom. Unfortunately, I worked my way up TO a bottom...

I had been working for some no name loser Democrat who couldn't win a mayorship in their home state and was now trying to run for Senate... The campaign was dead before it started.

This candidate was an idiot and I thought we'd be done by now, but we started surging. It came to light that I was the one to do it with a few key strategies. I felt good about that, but then I felt great when I got word that two people's Presidential bids were looking for someone to help. Bernie was looking for someone that could help out with younger voters in turnouts, something I'd been able to prove, and Tulsi Gabbard was looking for someone to help make a huge push, which I'd proven to do, as well.

I aligned more with Bernie, but money talks, and Tulsi's campaign offered me twice as much. Bernie called me personally to tell me he understood. Nice guy. Tulsi's assistant sent an email with instructions on how, when, and where to show up to help her make the "huge push". Turns out "huge push" would have two meanings...

When I showed up to her headquarters, things felt tense. All the workers were like drones except one small, thin man. I don't what his name was, but he introduced himself as "the bitch".

"I'm the bitch. Tulsi needs things done, but doesn't want to come across as mean, so she has me do it. You'll do everything we tell you to since you're under a 4 year contract, and you'll do it as commanded when commanded. You don't work for me. You work for Tulsi. Nod if you understand," he was clearly gay and spoke so fast.

"Excuse me, but..."

He interrupted me, "I said nod if you understand."

I shook my head, "I'm here to help with creating strategies for a push on Tulsi's campaign."

The bitch stood silent for a moment, then said, "Go in that room."

Now I felt weird. I'd pissed off the person that was clearly in charge... But when I opened the door, I saw someone on the phone... It was Tulsi Gabbard herself!

She was on the phone and yelling about something to someone. She saw me and hung up.

"You must be the new guy," she shook my hand.

"Yes, m'am. I'm the new guy."

I've always thought she was gorgeous, but she was even more beautiful in person. And she had a power behind her, "I heard you've got ideas. So, let's talk about that. First, where do you want to be in 10 years? Everyone has an endgame. Congress, Senate, President? What's up?"

I choked a little... I'd never told anyone, but my dream was, "To be president."

The words sounded funny coming out of my mouth.

"Alright, then," she smiled, "Let's get me in there first, and then you'll be next."

We talked for three hours and it was amazing. We figured out where her gaps were and how to get her past a lot of the annoyances. She was honest that she didn't think she'd win the primary, but this was a play for more press.

We'd made up huge ground and Tulsi became one of the most talked about names.

But what we'd talked about had come to pass. She saw the writing on the wall and made a decision to drop out.

I made an even bigger name for myself, though. Her campaign was doomed, but I stepped in and she became a national name.

People were after me for their campaigns. People like Joe and Bernie........

I was about to make it...

I went to HQ and people liked me there. The bitch was cleaning out his desk and even said, "Well you kept us all going a lot longer than anyone thought. The boss wants to see you in there."

He pointed to the room where Tulsi and I first met. It was just a small desk with a few chairs. Some campaign posters or whatever. Nothing special.

When I walked in this time, there was a weird chair I'd never seen before. It had a hole cut out where your ass would go. I wondered if it was a test when I closed the door behind me.

"Is that chair for me?"

She laughed, "Kind of. I'm the one who sits on it, though."

I was curious...

"What do you mean, then? If it's for me, but you sit on it....."

She laughed, "You're smart, but you're not capital-S, Smart."

Tulsi stood behind me and started to undress me. I was going to let it happen, of course. I wanted it.

Now I was naked and she jumped back for just a moment. I didn't think anything of it.

She then guided me down to the ground, face up.

Tulsi then took the chair and set it centered over my face. It was almost like I was looking up from a.... TOILET BOWL?!?!?!

"From the fear on your face, I think you've finally put two and two together. Which is good, because I'm about to put a number two on you! Well, in your mouth..."

"You can't do this..."

"Bitch, get in here."

The door opened and the bitch walked toward me. I thought he was powerful, but he was trembling and brought Tulsi a phone like it was her royal sceptor.

"Watch," Tulsi threw the phone at me.

I watched and it was me, naked. It looked like I was attacking her while naked. I wasn't, but it sure as hell looked like it on the video. I immediately deleted the video!

"Ha! I just erased it!"

The bitch looked at me and shook his head, "Mistress Gabbard always has a backup."

He pulled out another phone and Tulsi said, "It's not on the phone, toilet. It's in the cloud. I have you, naked, attacking me. If I release it, you're done. Shit, you go to prison. Because I would definitely press charges because I'm sure as hell not saying, 'oh I made some black mail video so this idiot would let me shit in his mouth'. I'm not stupid."

My mind couldn't catch up...

"Shit... In my mouth?"

"I have to go and I'm getting tired of waiting. Let's go..."

She weakly kicked at my feet and urged me to the ground. I went down and the bitch started setting up so many cameras and a ton of lighting. It was like a high-end production.

Tulsi spoke while bitch did his work, "Bitch is my slave because... What do I have on you, bitch?"

"You have me kissing that boy that was 15, but you both tricked me into thinking he was 22," bitch looked at me, "He looked 25, but you're fucked. Mistress Gabbard owns you now. It's better to just give in. She's only asking for you to let her shit in your mouth once."

It could be so much worse...

So I laid down and got under the toilet chair. When I looked up, I saw her face looking down at me.

"This is where I like you," Tulsi turned around and sat down, her ass cheeks parting and her pretty anus pointed directly at my mouth, "And now that I think about it, since the toilet bowl is shaped like an oval, I think this is your version of the oval office! Let's just say that from here on out, toilet."

I didn't say anything, but this was a one-time thing, just once...

She ripped a fart so smelly that I started coughing. It was loud, too...

BRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPP

"That's a good sign, bitch. This one will stink," she farted again, loud again, "I've always wanted to use a human's mouth as my toilet."

BBBBBBBRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOMF

"Kiss my asshole! Kiss my anus!"

I raised my head and pursed my lips. I gently placed them against her wrinkled butthole.

"Kiss my butthole, toilet!"

She ripped ass again. This one I tasted. If her shit was anything like the fart...

"Open your mouth, slave."

Mistress Gabbard shifted around and her anus opened. It looked otherworldly from where I was and I didn't think this could get worse, but then a massive turd started to emerge. I saw how slick it was, but her asshole opened so huge. It was probably an inch wide and her turd came forth.

I moved my mouth to catch it and Mistress Gabbard applauded my effort.

"Nice work! I was a little off the mark, but you caught it right in your mouth. Good job, toilet. My turds should always go in your mouth. Nice effort."

Her shit kept coming, it was one unbroken turd that ended up being about three feet long.

"Now... Slave... Eat my shit."

I chewed Mistress Gabbard's turd and finally found the other end.

Bitch let me wipe my face, but Mistress Gabbard remained seated.

"Well, my asshole isn't going to clean itself. Use your tongue as my new personal bidet, slave."

I was burning with shame, but I knew she could ruin me... So I did it...

When I went back underneath her, I saw her shit had stuck a little to the outside of her asshole, so I licked that part first, gently. It was a little much, so I sucked it and cleaned my mouth so there was nothing but saliva left.

From there, I cleaned the outside of her wrinkled anus, her sphincter muscles still pulsing and relaxing so I could clean her anus effectively.

"Don't forget the rectum. I want my rectum cleaned out, too. That means you'll put your tongue up into my ass. Push your tongue past my anus."

I obeyed and she farted a slow, long, hot, stinky, hissing fart. It was 25 seconds and I started crying after 6 or so... This was hell...

HHssSSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHFFFFFFFFFFFFSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSUUUUURRRRRRRRRPLAT

It ended with a wetness and she shifted in her chair. She laughed.

"Looks like you did such a good job cleaning my asshole that you stimulated me again. Open your mouth, slave. Good job."

This time, her shit was directly on target in my mouth and the turd was significantly smellier. She let four one-foot long turds out and sighed big. One final wave of shit came out and piled up.

I was using my hands to catch it and keep it on my face for her. She finally sighed and relaxed.

"That! Wow! That is a PILE! Capital P! Wow, did I really have all that in my body?!"

Mistress Gabbard was beaming with pride as she stood above me and watched me consume her entire dump. She started to berate me.

"Eat my dump, shit eater. Pathetic slave. Know who wouldn't eat my shit? Fucking anyone else. But you? It's just your fucking nature. This is who you are. You are my toilet."

I was bawling, but I did it. It took me two hours, but I finished this second massive wave of shit.

She smirked.

"Clean yourself up, pig," Mistress Gabbard left the room.

I did as commanded and bitch took down the cameras. He told me everything was on the cloud and that Mistress Gabbard was never really done with any slave, not really.

I was finally dressed when bitch left and Mistress Gabbard re-entered.

"So here's the thing... I was thinking, and I really don't want to use a regular toilet again. So you're my toilet now."

"But..."

"There is no but. If you refuse, I'll release both the image of you attacking me and the video of me shitting in your mouth. I'll tell them I subdued you and doled out my own justice. I'm also going to tape every time I use you as my toilet, so that way if you ever think of stepping out of line, I'll just show everyone what you are, which is my toilet. You're fucked, here. You're a toilet now. And here's the other thing, if you make me release the tapes, you'll go to prison and some big motherfucker would turn you into HIS toilet. I would make damn sure of that. And I'd make sure they fucked your mouth. So... My toilet or some big brawny prisoner's toilet? Either way, you're eating shit."

I thought of my options...

"Will I still be able to run for President?"

"A true politician," Mistress Gabbard smiled, "Now kiss my ass as a token of acceptance of this deal."

I kissed her ass and she farted in my face.

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It had been 10 years since I first ate her shit, but Mistress Gabbard was truly an amazing Mistress. Yes, she made me her toilet, which sucks. I hate eating shit, but I'm really good at it now. I've eaten every single dump she's taken for the past decade.

What's more, is that I chose her as my running mate in the last election. That's right... I ran for President as the kid from nowhere Kansas.

And I WON!

On my first day, I was sitting in the Oval Office, but not under Mistress Gabbard's ass. The real Oval Office.

It was the best day of my life until I saw a link to a 10 hour video. The compilation's title was, "President eats Tulsi Gabbard's shit (compilation video)".

My stomach dropped.

The description was, "Our President has eaten every single dump from Tulsi Gabbard's ass over the past ten years. He's her toilet. How can we support this man?!"

What the fuck just happened......

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I lasted less than a day. They had me resign in disgrace, but before I could leave to go back to Kansas, Mistress President Gabbard called me to the Oval Office.

I had my bags. She looked at me, confused, "Where are you going?"

"I'm a disgraced former President. I'm going into hiding."

"Oh, no. You're not a disgraced former President," she smiled and put her hand on my shoulder, "You're my toilet. Now, go get behind the resolute desk so I can sit on your mouth and take a shit in it while I address the American people. I'm going to confirm for them that you are still my toilet. That way, they all know that I'm someone who gets shit done and that you're someone who gets my shit down."

"You're a monster..."

"No, slave, I'm your Mistress. I'm your owner. You've always been nothing but a piece of my property. Now, get ready to eat my shit in front of every American."

I had a choice to make...

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As Mistress Gabbard's shit slid down my throat, she lifted her ass up just enough to show how her shit was in fact entering my mouth. Her speech was 15 minutes, but her shit was done within the first 5 minutes. I sat there, rimming my Mistresses' asshole while she addressed the nation and farted in my mouth.

Her approval rating was 98% for the entire duration of her Presidency, the highest in history. She won re-election and only lost a single state, Wyoming. Then she won her second term without losing a single state. Most people attributed it to the fact that if she could turn someone who could win the Presidency from a President into her toilet, she must be powerful. They don't remember my name, but I'm listed as "toilet" in everything. On things that show the past President's, it just says, "President Toilet" and doesn't have my picture. It has a photo of a toilet.

Mistress Gabbard named me to her cabinet, as a joke. Everyone loved it. I was named Secretary of Anal Labor. The original was Secretary of Tulsi's Shit, but she chose for the more cerebral play.

It became apparent that I was dying two years after her last term, so Mistress Gabbard had a grave dug for me that I was to crawl in. She used me at my grave every day until one day, she'd arrived and I was no longer living.

Mistress Gabbard didn't fill in the grave with dirt, but rather shit on my corpse every day until there was 5 feet of her shit piled on top of me. They filled in the last foot with dirt.

Instead of a headstone, Mistress Gabbard had them place a toilet with the epitaph, "Here lies the toilet of Mistress President Tulsi Gabbard." I didn't even get a name, in death.