The Bidet's View
I have no idea what day it is or even what year it is. I'm not quite sure what my name was. Robert, I think? I haven't been called that, or anything really, in so long.
Even before I became my Master's object, he never called me by my name. Usually just faggot or boy. Now he doesn't call me anything. He doesn't speak to me or even look at me like I'm a person. Because I'm not a person. I'm my Master's asshole cleaner, and that's all I am.
The slaves here never speak to me. The only one that used to sometimes was number one, but he rarely had anything nice to say. And I don't think any of them ever knew my name.
My days are fairly monotonous. Most of the time I'm bound here in this dark room alone. My whole life revolves around the bowel movements of my Master.
I may not know what day it is. But I always know what time it is. There's a clock in here. Although I'm bound with my head pointing up, there are mirrors on the ceilings and the walls. I can see the clock clearly when the lights are on.
Master has fairly regular bowel movements. Almost always twice a day around 9am and 2pm.
Most of the time I'm here in the dark. When he turns on the lights the rush of light blinds me for a few seconds. It takes me a while to see clearly. When I do, I don't recognize myself. I definitely don't look like I did when I first met my master. I used to have hair. I'm also much paler and thinner.
When he comes in he doesn't acknowledge me at all. He sits on the toilet and scrolls his phone. When I hear the flush I get so excited. The whole reason for my existence is about to happen. I love looking at his beautiful ass for these few moments before he sits on my face.
I love the feeling of his muscular buttocks pressed hard against my face. I love the feeling of his massive weight on me. I can feel how powerful he is. I'm in love with his power.
I lick him as deeply and quickly as I can. I love the taste of him. I love the smell of him. This is just ecstasy for me. I also want him to enjoy this so much. This is the least I can do for such a great man who has given me so much.
He turns the crank that strangles me so that my already long tongue sticks out even further. And then he rides the hell out of my face. My whole body chafes and scrapes against all my restraints as he pushes my weak body to its limits. It's at these moments, with my penis rubbing against its tight cage, that I sometimes cum. This is my sex life.
I also sometimes pass out from this. It used to happen more frequently in the beginning but I've grown more accustomed to these moments of oxygen deprivation.
When he's done, he leaves and then a slave comes in to clean me.
It sprays my face and body with disinfectant and rubs me down with a hot towel. It takes Q-tips and cleans out my nostrils. It opens my mouth and has me gargle with mouthwash. And then it brushes my teeth. It's very important that I be very clean and smell nice. I'd hate to dirty my Master's asshole when he's making use of me.
After it's done cleaning me, it will water me. Two or three cups poured into my mouth. And then it will collect my urine by placing a pan under me to urinate in.
Then it turns off the light and leaves.
Around noon the slave comes in to feed me. This is my only meal of the day. I'm not even sure what it is they feed me. It's some sort of puree of vegetables and oats I think. It doesn't have much flavor, but it is filling. The slave opens my mouth and spoons it in me. It then pours two or three more cups of water in me and collects my urine again.
Around 2:00pm, Master comes in again. The routine goes pretty much as before. After he leaves the standard cleaning is followed up with a more thorough one.
A bedpan is placed under my bottom and I'm given an enema to flush out my waste. I'm then thoroughly scrubbed from head to toe. I'm never allowed to leave this position, so the slaves are careful to only remove one restraint at a time, wash that area, put the restraint back on and then go to the next. I'm checked for any sores, and ointments are applied as needed.
After I'm completely cleaned, I'm shaved everywhere. They use a straight razor to shave every hair off my head and face. This includes my eyebrows. And hair in my nose and ears are plugged, as are my eyelashes. Anywhere hair may grow on my body it is shaved or plucked. Master insists that I be hairless.
Except for the slave that comes by around midnight to allow me to urinate, I don't typically have any more interactions until the next morning when Master comes to use me again.
I have lots of time to think. I used to question the choices I made that ended me up here. I used to occasionally have regrets. But that's all behind me now. I'm very satisfied with my life. The worst times are when the Master is away on a trip. Sometimes he might be gone for weeks. I miss him so much when he's gone. When he is away, my interaction with the slaves is less too. They just come in at noon to feed me, and then again around 3pm to clean and shave me.
Lately, I've been trying to remember who I was before and wondering if my life could have had a different outcome from this. I was a middle child, an older brother and younger sister. My brother was very athletic. The star football player and all that. My sister was the princess. And I was often overlooked. I never had much that was special about me. If anything my family thought I was a weirdo. I was never what they thought a son was supposed to be. I wasn't athletic like my brother. As a teen it became clear that I was gay. And that was a big taboo in my Southern Baptist family. I was closeted, but everyone knew what I was. I came out in college and my family basically disowned me.
I was only ever an average student in school. I got a job doing data entry right out of college. The pay and benefits were ok, but again I was constantly overlooked and passed up for promotions.
I had random hookups and flings from my college years until I met my Master. But none of them lasted long. And none of them were satisfying.
I couldn't believe my luck when this God messaged me on Grindr and said he wanted to meet me. That was the first time in my life that I ever felt special. And now I get to be his special boy for the rest of my life. He made my dreams come true.
Not long after meeting my Master, I foolishly sent an inappropriate email to my co-workers. I was terminated. I couldn't pay my rent and my family wouldn't help me. I'm so lucky my Master allowed me to live here. Who knows what would've happened if he hadn't taken pity on me.
The worst part of the experience is number one. He's extremely cruel and sneaky. I don't trust him at all. Before I was properly conditioned he would become extremely angry with me if I accidentally urinated or defecated on the floor when no one was tending to me. I'm trapped here and couldn't help it sometimes, but he's terrified of our Master seeing a mess. He came up with a variety of tortures to condition me to only go at regular times. Waterboarding was a common one. Now that I'm properly trained, he hasn't tortured me in years.
There was a time long ago, Master was gone, and number one tried to give me some exercise out in the yard.
He came in and unlocked all the restraints and helped me to stand up.
"What are you doing?" I asked in a very raspy voice, as I hadn't spoken in quite some time.
"I'm worried about you. Your muscles will atrophy. You need some exercise for your health."
"Did the Master approve of this?"
"Don't worry about him. He's away on vacation. He won't know."
This frightened me. I hate disobeying Master.
"No, number one. This isn't right. What if he's thinking about me right now and I'm not in place. That will be like lying to him. I must not disappoint him."
"It's ok. I'm in charge of your health. Just come with me."
We went out into the yard. The light was so bright and the noises very disconcerting. The birds and the wind. I hated it so much. The whole time I was frantic thinking about how much I was disappointing my Master.
"Please take me back inside, number one. This isn't right. I belong in my spot where our Master wants me."
"Ok, suit yourself."
I haven't been moved from my spot since. I feel much safer here where I belong.
If my Master is away for a while and I start feeling blue then I just think about him enjoying his life. I imagine that he's thinking about me and smiling. I feel so proud of myself for putting that smile on his face. He's such a wonderful person. He deserves everything he wants. He has given me more than I deserve. I feel honored to be able to serve him.
I know you look down on me. You think I'm pathetic. But you're wrong. I'm so lucky to be here. My life is perfect.
I'm completely free to be exactly what I always wanted to be, a useful object to a great man. I don't have to pay bills. I don't have to cook my meals. I don't have to worry about anything. All my needs are completely taken care of. I was a complete failure at an independent life. Now I get to focus solely on doing the only thing I truly love to do, eat my Master's dirty ass. And I work hard at being the very best ass licker I can be.
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