Kneeling Beside the Toilet
» Humbling
Having no idea it was written by an author whose most famous book I’d found unreadable on the year of its release I skimmed through Exit to Eden before shelving it.
May have been my first exposure to the D/s use of a toilet. OK, it was a urinal. The degrading scenario remained alive in my imagination for a long time.
When female domination became a part of my imaginative if not real life it wasn’t long before I came across images of women, men and toilets. Not to mention the Throne of Humiliation.
Throne of Humiliation OWK Style. Piss as a theme will have to wait until another day.
You’d see men forced to drink out of toilets like some errant dog. Or simply shoved down into the bowl. Naturally you wondered if the water was sometimes slightly not perfectly transparent. (Coy phrasing, I know.)
Nothing that fused my brain cells that forcibly could possibly stay out of my D/s dreams. Being merely used and made completely servile …
Actually my first notions weren’t of the inside of the commode. It was being forced to clean the rim, top, outside and inside with my tongue. You’d have to have been able to see what my own looked like about that time. Not filthy but more than unkempt.
By Whizzer Black.
I think it may have been the last time Alexandra and I played together before she left.
She had me crawl to the bathroom and kneel before the toilet. I cringed: what was she going to make me do? Lap up some water? Use it and then have me drink? Something I’d never imagined?
My brain was so overloaded I’m glad the sparks didn’t give her a shock.
Then she had me gargle (as she always does after I lick dirt from her shoes) and spit it out in the toilet.
The perfect D/s mindfuck. I was awed by how well she’d used me.
Comments
Hoping as I do for a Woman ruled society the use of toilet slaves would become a common place.Chained in a cubicle in a public toilet (of which there are far more funded for women than men)would be just one of the “National Services” done in rota.A book would rest above the sistern for the patroness to mark you out of ten for the full service provided.The Sexual Security guard or SS guard would allow us out for a half an hours exercise under the auspices of her crop wielding arm.In the evening out tally of scores from the women we had serviced and the cleanliness of the cubcle would determine how many lashes of the tawse we would receive.The only implements for cleaning,why of course our tongues.In between services we would have to wash our mouths out with disinfectant.A country posting might not see many customers but a city one would have us awash.
Posted by: Lou Rolls | July 24, 2005 9:18 PM
your story was beautiful. today is the day I am going do everything you said at as many restraints as i can find will tell you about it how much i enjoyed it stole a urinal cake holder and made it into a piss catcher, when no one is in the john I use a straw and drink .the thought of getting caught is exciting and humiliating.on a good day I have done 6 urinals. another thing that exciting is to kiss and lick the porcelain front of urinals without getting caught. please respond.
Posted by: simon42 | November 2, 2006 1:10 PM
I have often been made the toilet slave for my wife, an extremely petite Asian godess, who has assumed the role of Master many times in our bedroom, and elsewhere and yes, the bathroom where indeed she has had me kneel before her while she sits on the toilet, with my mouth open, blindfolded and finding myself feeling that wonderful nectar of her pee stream into my mouth. Ahh isn’r life grand:)
Posted by: Tom Tom | November 2, 2006 8:11 PM
The first time Mistress peed into my gaping mouth was maybe the most erotic moment in my life. Now, i live for the Golden Flow. If i had my way, i’d be under Mistress every time She needed to empty.
Posted by: austin | December 16, 2006 9:21 PM