Toilet Slave For Women
About two years ago, I had answered an ad from a woman in a BDSM newsgroup seeking a toilet slave. I was a virgin, as toilet slaves go. Like that first time I had been a toilet slave, I was scared to death, but now I came all this way. This time, I had arrived by air the previous day. I wanted to be rested and fresh when he started my service. That’s why i arrived on Friday and stayed in a hotel that night. After being susma’s toilet two years ago, she had given me her business card as she droveme back to the train station and had invited me to call her. i called a week later, and we had started hanging out as equals rather than BDSM master and slave. She had said that while she loved having me as her personal toilet, she didn’t want her lover to be her slave. After i became her lover, she wouldn’t even let him drink her pee. So after two years, i had run my own ad to be a toilet slave. Actually, i had only intended it to be a goof, just to see if he would get any replies. But when i checked my e-mail, i was stunned at the number of women who wanted to own a toilet slave! A lesbian marathi-bangali couple had been the first to answer my ad, and here i was. i had agreed to be their toilet slave for a whole week. The door opened, and in it was framed a tall muscular black woman with a crew cut of brightly dyed-orange hair. i recognized her from the JPEG the couple had sent me. This was bhavna. Se was wearing black saree. She held the door open without saying anything, and i stepped in. She closed the door and then shouted, “jasu! He’s here!” A second later, another black woman came out of the hallway leading from the other end of the trailer. jasu was not quite as tall or muscular as bhavna. Her hair was all in long braids, and she had a nose ring. She wore purple shorts and a red tank top. She walked over to the sofa, plopped down, and glared at me. bhavna sat next to jasu, putting her arm around the other girl and giving her a kiss. She, too looked then up at me and glared at me. Not knowing what to do, he walked over and sat in a chair facing them. bhavna started questioning me, “So, you’s a toilet slave, huh?” “I’ve been one before, yes.” “So you got experience?” “Yes, I have experience.” “And you’s going to be our toilet slave for a week, until next Sunday, right?” “Yeah, that’s what we agreed to, isn’t it?” bhavna then stuck her finger up her nose, swirled out around for a moment, withdrew it, and then leaned forward and pointed at me. “Suck my finger clean,” she commanded. i leaned forward. On the tip of her finger was a big gray glob of snot. i opened my mouth, leaned forward and closed my lips on her finger and sucked the booger off her finger. i slid his mouth off her finger, and sat back again. bhavna and jasu just looked at each other and smiled. bhavna looked back to me and said, “And you’s going back home Sunday night?” i swallowed her booger and answered, “Well, actually, I’m really staying for two weeks. jasu then whispered something inbhavna’s ear and they both laughed, then kissed again. “Something else,” bhavna continued, “We’re having a Sistah Munch next Saturday night. And we want you to be the guest of honor. You okay with that?” i was speechless for a moment, “Uh, wow! Sure! But, uhm, since I’ve never spoken with these other women, please tell them I can only drink their piss, they can’t, you know, shit. Okay?” bhavna and jasu whispered together back and forth for a few moments, then Lakeisha spoke again, “You ready to get started now?” “Yeah, I’m ready.” The two women stood. bhavna walked down the hallway to the other end of the house, whole jasustood glaring at me. i stood and followed her and jasu followed me. Like the device of two years ago, this on was also a padded wooden platform, apparently custom-built. About six inches tall it was, two feet wide, and about six feet long. At one end was a wooden box with a toilet seat mounted on it. The seat was the height of a normal toilet. In the middle of the surface was a hole with a plastic pan under the hole. She leaned down and swung the box open. It was split and hinged horizontally, the bottom of the box was padded and lined with plastic. There was a hole on the upper half of the box, now swung open, revealing the underside of the toilet lid. There was a half-circular hole in each of the box halves, open to the padded platform. Instead of shackles, this one had a wooden stockade for his ankles, and two smaller stockades that closed over his wrists. All these restraints, and the head-box had clasps for padlocks. And the padlocks were hanging open on all the clasps. Even the belt strap buckles had padlocks on them. bahvna handed me a plastic shopping bag and said, “Put your clothes and stuff in this bag. You’ll get it back when you go.” Steve obediently undressed and put his clothing in the bag while both watched. Then, i sat on the platform, leaned back, placed my head in the bottom-half of the open box, and placed his wrists and ankles in the lower halves of the open stockades. bhavna closed the stockade over my ankles, latched it, and clocked two padlocks on the two clasps. Then she closed each of the two stockades over my wrists, and locked the padlocks on the clasps on them. Next, she buckled the straps over my chest and waist, and, again, latched the padlocks on the belt buckles. Next, she picked up a thing that looked like a length of white PVC pipe with a 45 degree angle piece at one end. She slid the pipe between my legs and then slid the angle piece completely onto my dick. The feeling was strange, but not uncomfortable. Finally, she lifted the top half of the head box and swung it closed over my head. i heard her latch the latches and lock the two remaining padlocks on the clasps. The inside bottom of the toilet seat was a fraction of an inch from my nose.