Trading Places
by Slave Fart

I'd like to clear up a few notions, for those who've thought about becoming a toilet or allowing themselves to be degraded down to the worst possible level.

Make no mistake, when you allow yourself to become someone else's toilet (there aren't a lot of situations where you'll be forced into it, really), you're the lowest human on earth. Someone has literally taken a shit on you. Doesn't matter where, you're not really a human in their eyes anymore and they WILL take your willingness to be a toilet as a license to treat you like you're less than nothing.

And why shouldn't they?! You've ASKED for this! You ASKED to be a toilet. So when they bring their friends over and make you eat shit, you shouldn't be surprised. But I was. I was beyond surprised. I was, and still am, shocked...

I'm all over the country for work, sometimes out of the country. I've been to London, Seattle, Jacksonville, New York, and San Francisco in the past two weeks. My life is always about being in control.

But I'm like you. I like giving up control and it turns me on. I'm like you. I crank it to stories and videos about women dominating men, turning them into inanimate objects for their pleasure and release. But I also know that most women don't really get off on owning a slave or taking a shit in our mouths. They do it because we ask them to or because we pay them to. I'm like you. I pretend that's not the reality.

I have been extremely lucky, though. I've found about 10 women who enjoy it. I've served as a toilet to maybe 25-30 women so far, but if I'm being honest it's probably just 10 or so who really enjoyed taking a shit in my mouth and making me eat it.

God damn, that turns me on. Thinking about an ass above my face that really wants me to be their toilet and there's NOTHING i can do but be a good toilet slave and open wide.

I'm going to tell you about last night, what happened with Ali and her friend Monica. How I found out Ali and I might be in trouble and how Monica and I might be kindred spirits. But first I want to let you all in on a little secret: being a toilet slave is the most disgusting thing on earth and I fucking hate it. I hate being a toilet.

I gag on the smell of a really ripe fart when it's blown right in my face. The stink and smell of a woman's fart right before she takes a fat shit into my mouth. It's disgusting.

Seeing a little liquid around the head of a slick turd, watching the little drop of slimy bacteria makes me wretch. Tasting that turd tip, having a dryer piece of shit just barely graze my tongue has me ready to vomit. The little balls of shit that get pushed from the colon and past the anus, freeing the stench that was just contained in her rectum as I now willingly accept her SHIT into my mouth makes me hate myself more than words can describe.

There are scenes that I've lived that are so vivid, so intensely vivid when I recall them because they're things that are so embarrassing they make my face burn red even now. The time I begged, literally BEGGED a fat woman to shit in my mouth. I got on my fucking knees just for the privilege of letting her take a sloppy, goopy dump right into my mouth. She didn't even care for it! I wrote the story "Fat Girls Need Toilets, Two" about a fat woman I begged to shit in my mouth. I've written about ex girlfriends that shit in my mouth. Most of these women didn't really care about shitting in my mouth, they did it because I wanted it.

That's the reality. YOU want to be a toilet. Most women would want a slave to come for a few hours during the day, clean their house, and then never be seen. They don't want some creepy dude like you or me living in their bathroom just to eat shit. IT'S FUCKING WEIRD!

But that's kind of the point of it all, isn't it? What makes the fantasy SO intense? That we might find that one person who really, REALLY, wants to make us their toilet. That they really view us as their toilet and they LOVE the idea of shitting in our mouths?

I've yet to find someone like that and maintain a longterm relationship. I've been with Ali a while, but things have been weirder lately. She's been more reluctant to shit on me, which is COMPLETELY understandable, but I've been learning more about the "why" behind her reluctance.

Here's where things get much, much better (do they?) for me...

Ali is great, a beautiful woman with a great ass. But she's got other friends that are also beautiful and also have great asses. I've been caught looking a few times, but she understands that I'd never cheat. Ever.

One of her friends has come onto me before. I believed they were a test, but Ali and I had a frank discussion: Her friend Monica wants to fuck me. She wants me to have sex with her. Monica wants this in the worst way.

Ali's become distant because of my work and we've talked about what to do. This is kind of personal, but also exceptionally IMpersonal because it's convoluted and simplified.

Basically, though, Ali talked with Monica and asked me out on Monica's behalf.

I didn't know what to say.

Monica is absolutely gorgeous in every way. She's the very definition of "slim thick". She's mixed race, but VERY light skinned. She basically looks Italian in her complexion. Monica's tits are well shaped and well proportioned. Her abs come through just a very, very thin layer of fat. Her hips are wide and have a very nice curve to them. Her ass is fairly large, which she works on three times a week at the gym (two days are body weight squat focused and one day is heavy lifting). She puts a lot of care into her appearance and loves wearing tight dresses. But it's when she comes over during the week in some yoga pants when I really love seeing her ass.

Ali had mentioned that our sex life was bonkers, and I guess this is where things took a weird turn. Ali has been describing some of the things we do, but obviously not all of them.

I imagine telling your friends that you use your boyfriend as a toilet so he can get off isn't something you just toss out there.

Monica pressed and pressed, and it made Ali uncomfortable. Monica started to make lewd comments and stick her body parts in my face. Her breasts reaching for things across the table, her ass to pick something up, even her feet one time as a "playful joke". About 3-4 months ago, Ali just outright asked Monica what was up. Monica confessed to thinking she was in love with me and Ali told her she didn't know what to say.

Ali bared this to me about two weeks ago, a conversation that was months old. She told me that she started thinking about it and thought that maybe Monica was better for me. Ali really hates shitting on me, after all. So she started to dig into Monica more, almost as a way to find out if me and her would be a good fit.

Ali started, "Have you ever had your ass eaten?"

Monica said, "No, but that's like my fucking dream. I can't find a guy to do it."

"Wouldn't you be afraid to fart?"

"Afraid?! I'd make damn sure I blasted a fart! I think humiliating a guy is kind of hot. But most guys aren't into that. Some have been submissive, but I want kind of... I don't know..."

"A slave?"

"Yes," Monica was so excited, "A slave! That's it! I want someone I can just kind of 'own'. That's a great way of putting it. But that's also kind of weird. I don't know. I think I'd enjoy it."

Ali told me she felt weirded out by all this, but she had to ask Monica, "Would you ever want to shit on a guy?"

Monica froze for a second. Then she found her voice, "I can't believe I'm telling you this, but... Well... That's kind of like my ultimate fantasy. I would kill to make someone lie underneath me, and then while they're just lying there, mouth WIDE open, I rip a fart that would kill someone. And then while he's smelling that fart, contemplating all the things that have gone wrong in his life, I would just drop the fattest, most foul smelling turd right into his open mouth. He'd cry and the smell would be so intense, but he'd have no choice. He'd chew it up and make sure he ate the entire turd. Oh god, Ali... I'm sorry. It's the wine!"

"No," Ali told me she knew right then she'd have to give me up if she wanted me to be happy.

It took her a few months to approach me with it.

"Look," I knew she was breaking up with me, "I want to talk with you about something."

"Why are you breaking up with me?"

Ali teared up, "I have to."

We both started crying and then she told me the entire conversation. We stopped crying and then I looked at her in her eyes, "Is this what you want, Ali?"

She took a moment, "No. I want you, but... I can't give you what you need. I can't... I don't want to shit on you anymore."

I asked her for one more dump, one more time I could eat her shit.

"No... You... You're Monica's toilet now."

I did a double take. I hadn't agreed to be Monica's toilet. Ali saw an opportunity to give me what she so desperately wanted to give me. She could finally give me the slavery I so craved...

"No, slave. You don't have to agree," she smiled through tears as I was struggling to smile, "I own you. And I have decided for you, slave. You're going to be Monica's toilet. And that's final."

It is the single best thing anyone has ever done for me.

Ali told me that she'd spoken with Monica the day before as she gave me Monica's number and told me to call my new owner.

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"Hello," her voice is so sultry.

"It's your new toilet."

I could FEEL her smile grow on the other line.

"Oh... Is it, now? So Ali told you?"

"We broke up. She... She is giving me to you."

"That's right. Because what are you?"

The lump in my throat felt like she'd already shit down it, "I am your toilet."

She moaned on the other line. I was at her place not 10 minutes later.

When she opened the door, I was expecting her to be in comfy clothes, but she was wearing a bra... That was it.

"Come on in, slave. And shut the door."

I walked in and just took in the sight of her apartment. It seemed so... Different.

We had a chat about relationship stuff, if we'd want to move fast or if we would move slow. Every single thing we discussed was like we were on the exact same page. She has even mentioned that she might want to write about her experiences. It was just so... Different. So much of what I've always wanted to hear.

I'm still kind of on cloud nine about it.

Of course she was dying to use her new toilet, but didn't have to "go" just yet. I stayed the night. We had sex. We went to breakfast the next morning.

At the cafe, she ordered a coffee and an artisan omelet (what the fuck is that?). While we were waiting for the coffee and food at the counter, she leaned into my ear and whispered, "I want you to eat my ass when we get back. And then I'm going to rip a fart in your face, and you're going to smell my fart. Then, when you think it's all over, I'm going to take a fat, steaming, stinking shit in your mouth."

She punctuated each word so forcefully. FAT. STEAMING. STINKING. The words still ring in my ears.

We grabbed the bag and I carried it back.

I laid my head back on the couch as she pulled down her shorts and went back to a bottomless outfit. Her ass was now hovering over me.

"I'm going to eat my meal while using your face as my seat. I have to be honest, this is a fucking dream."

She lowered herself down and I could smell her terrible odor as she descended her anus onto my open mouth.

I could hear her eating her food and sipping her coffee as my tongue probed around her anus. I felt the folds and soothed her asshole with my tongue. She acted as though this was something she'd always done, despite confessing that this was the first time a face had been between her ass, let alone a tongue up into her rectum. She took another sip of her hot coffee and let an even hotter fart go into my mouth. She would have to shit VERY soon.

She took her time and was watching the news. We'd both taken the day off and it was just a nice relaxing morning. And then the thing we'd both been waiting for. I knew it, because my tongue was deep inside her rectum and I felt her shit move into position above me.

"Welp! This is happening! Now," She slapped her knees and stood up, "Get into the tub. Now now now!!!"

I hustled and she giggled at seeing a grown man run to a bathroom for the opportunity to eat shit.

Her body was now above me, her shirt still on as she squatted over my face. Her jacuzzi tub was going to be the site for a shit. The first time she'd ever intentionally not shit into her toilet in this apartment.

I noticed how her asshole had my spit all over it. Glossy and slick, she farted a big, long, rancid fart. And I did, I thought of everything that had led me to this moment.

Pink Shorts. Corrin. Sofia. Teri. Stephanie. Brooke. All of them.

I never stopped staring at Monica's anus, this time opening, almost like her waxed asshole was winking, but it never closed...

The turd was dark, DARK brown. And the smell was intense. She only had one, small turd fall out. About 3 inches long and 3/4 inches in diameter. But she did it. She shit in my mouth.

I hated it. I hated that I loved smelling her fart. I hated that I loved taking her turd and moving my mouth so I could catch it as it fell. I hated that instead of letting it harmlessly hit the jacuzzi floor, I made certain it fell into my mouth so my humiliation would be for her. I hated that when she stood up and ordered me to, "eat my shit", I chewed and felt pride that I was HER toilet.

She came immediately.

I thanked her for shitting in my mouth.

It was all so horrible.

Being a toilet is the worst thing in the world that I'll ever do, because it means that I'm giving up my humanity so that someone else knows their superiority to me.

Being a toilet is the worst thing in the world that I'll ever do, because I'm literally eating someone else's shit.

Being a toilet is the worst thing in the world that I'll ever do, because it means that someone else KNOWS they can shit in my mouth, and then I'll THANK them for shitting in my mouth.

That's what made it the best thing in the world that I'll ever do, because I am not really a human.

I am a toilet.