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October 20, 2009 0 Comments

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. my face, it seemed was flush with the

toilet seat. His reflection was perfectly clear in the underside of the

plastic seat cover. He remembered his first thought the very first time he

was locked into one of these contraptions

bhavna lifted the lid of the toilet seat. i looked up at the ceiling

and then at her face, and it was really weird looking at her face from

below and upside down. Both women then left the room.

Like the first time, i tested the stocks. The first device two years

ago had had shackles rather than stocks. The stocks were less comfortable,

plus they were padlocked. Like before, he tried to squeeze his wrists out

of the stocks, but he didn’t have the leverage. Unlike before, he didn’t

panic. i sighed, yawned, and settled in to wait for my first use by one

of these two black women

It wasn’t long before my first use. jasu walked in about a half-hour

after i was installed. Without a word, she walked up to me, turned her

ass to me, and pulled her purple shorts down. Hi looked up into her tight

black ass hovering over him for a split second before she took a seat on

my face. i couldn’t help but notice how the blackness inside her

ass-crack was extra black against her black ass.

The view was short lived before her crotch was pressing against my

nose. jasu, on the other hand, immediately let her pee gush out into my

mouth without pause. Recalling my past training, i gulped it down as

rapidly as she filled my mouth, though it was a struggle to keep up with

her. She stood, reached between her legs with a wad of toilet paper, wiped

her cunt clean, then pulled her shorts up, and walked out of the room.

A little later, bahvna came to me with a full bladder and did the

same thing. i gulped it down without any problems.

Both women used me several more times that day. Neither of them had

said a word to me since they first shackled me into the toilet box.

bahvna and jasu stayed up late watching TV. jasu used me one last

time before going to bed.

and i soon fell asleep.

That night, i was startled awake, “…hey! Wake up! I got’a take a

wicked leak!”

One of them was standing over me naked. i could barely make out her

figure by the filtered street light. i thought it might be jasu but he

wasn’t sure. She turned and sat as mequickly opened my mouth to accept

her. She quickly emptied her bladder into my mouth, and i swallowed it

all without mishap. Then she stood and returned to bed.

i was awaken several more times during the night, each time, not sure

who it was.

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i awoke on day 2, Sunday, and he finally heard their bedroom door open. bhavna walked into

his room and sat on my face without comment. Then, having emptied her

bladder, she got up, wiped her pussy with a wad of toilet paper, and walked

out of the room.

Then it was jasu;s turn. She entered and sat on me felt odd

having jasu pee him just seconds after drinking from bhavna

A few hours went by. jasu and bhavna spent most of the time out in

the living room watching television together.

i hard footsteps approaching, and jasu entered. She dropped her pants

and sat in me again. Like before, she peed and then stood and walked out

of the room to return to watching television.

A little while later, bhavana entered the room. She stood there for a

second looking down at me. I looked back up and met her stare. At

that, bhavna broke eye contact, turned around, dropped her pants, and

sat.

Steve knew. i had experienced this before. Lakeisha was sitting more

forward on my face than before. my nose was inserted into her pussy, and

her anus was over my mouth. i could feel it quivering against my lips.

Then, an instant later, her asshole puckered out and my mouth was

immediately filled with a long thick one. It was too big to swallow, so i

tried to chew it. But an instant later, her asshole puckered out again,

and i got a second mouthful as big as the first.

i struggled to chew and swallow as much as i could before she pushed

out another huge log.

She did, too. my mouth was packed solid with her shit now, making it

even more difficult to chew and swallow. It didn’t help that his lungs

were screaming in pain to take a breath. i managed to chew and swallow a

little some more of it. Then a little more. And as he swallowed more and

emptied my mouth, it because easier to chew and swallow, but the pain of

holding his breath so long became nearly unbearable.

i swallowed a little more, and, _Oh shit!_ her asshole puckered out yet

again and she shit another lump into my mouth.

_How much shit does this bitch have up her ass?_ i asked my self. At

least it wasn’t a huge fat one like the last three…

remaining story will be in the next part reply me must women….

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