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This is a story involving consensual scat play between adults. If this offends you or if it is illegal for you to view such material, please leave now. This story is a work of fiction.
Toilet slave Fantasy Come True Chapter 1 (revised)
I had been submissive for as long as I can remember. I had been heterosexual, but had fantasized about sex with a dominant man when I was in my 20's. It wasn't until my 30's that I had taken the plunge to explore my bi fantasies. For me, those bi "encounters" had to involve me submitting to a dominant Top. Living in a small town, dominant Tops, male or female, were hard to come by. In addition, I also had a very secret fantasy involving scat. Being ordered to or forced to consume scat seemed so beyond what was acceptable even within BDSM and fetish groups, that I had assumed that these thoughts would never play out in real time. In fact, as I grew older, I came to doubt if I could actually consume scat and that perhaps this was something best kept as a closet fantasy.
It wasn't until I was in my forties that I finally met Him. I would only know Him as Master. He was about 10 years older than me. I had been able to serve Him only once every few months due to work commitments. Most of my sessions with Master involved lots of verbal domination, some spanking, and Master teaching me how to worship his cock and ass. I loved the feeling of being under His control. The more I was able to serve Him, the more I came to accept that I was indeed bi. I came to crave our sessions together. Craving His control over me. Craving the submissive feelings I had when I would kneel before Him. Craving His cock in my mouth while trying to suppress my gag reflex. He lived in a nice neighborhood in the suburbs. As I would drive up to His bungalow, I would often think of how, once I had entered His home, I became His property. His slave, for His use, while His neighbors were unaware.
After three or four years of serving Him this way, I was chatting with Master on a gay website where we could connect with each other. I asked Him what I could do to serve Him that would please Him the most. After about 5 minutes, Master finally replied that He would be happiest if i were His toilet slave and He could shit in my mouth. Although shocked at how blunt He was, I was not completely surprised. Master had mentioned in the past that He once had a slave who would drink His piss. But to me, scat play was a big step beyond that. It took me at least 15 minutes to collect my thoughts enough to respond to Him. So many things were racing through my mind. A chance to act out for real something that I had only fantasized about for so many years. Would I be able to go through with it? I didn't want to say yes, only to back out at the last minute. But scat play is probably the most humiliating and submissive act that a slave can do for his Master. A slave's place is to please his Master. So many thoughts.
Finally i responded that i would try to serve Him in this manner. I did ad that i had never served in this way before and the thought of being His toilet made me both quite nervous and excited. He replied that He was sure that i would do just fine and that it was normal to be nervous about something new. Then he mentioned that there would be no safe words. That once i had entered His home, i was His to use as He wished. I responded yes, that this was okay, quickly hitting the enter button. Right away I began to feel nervous. Was this going too far? Would I be able to follow through or would I let my Master down? How would my next visit to His home unfold?
Master set a date of the following Tuesday for my servitude, with me arriving at 10:00 AM. I had four days to wait and think about what was going to happen. Four days. Ninety-six hours. As the days slowly went by, I counted down the hours. Imagining the drive up to His house. The walk up His driveway. Master meeting my at the side door. Watching Him lock the door once I had entered. Following Master to the basement, where He would order me to strip. Kneeling and waiting to serve with my head bowed.
Finally Tuesday arrived. I was up by 7:00 AM. Too nervous even for the usual morning coffee. I was really looking forward to serving Him. To be kneeling in front of Him. Head bowed. To be worshiping His beautiful cut cock and being led on His leash. But to serve as His toilet, I would be submitting totally and completely to Him. Entering a level of submission I had never experienced. But my mind was made up. In spite of my nerves, this was what I wanted. To serve in this manner would be the most submissive act possible.
As 9:00 AM arrived, I stepped out of the shower. Nervously toweling off and getting dressed. About a 20 minute drive to Master's home, but out my door by 9:20 to ensure I was there on time. No traffic issues. I was a few blocks from His house with lots of time to spare. Still nervous, I stopped at a near by gas station to use the washroom. Back in the car, it was now 9:50. I parked the car on a street a block away. Collecting my thoughts. Finally, 9:58, as I turned onto His street.
As I approached His house, I saw His car in the driveway. Master is here. I'm here on time. It's going to happen.
i parked my car on the street and slowly began to walk up His driveway. Each step closer to total submission. As i walked past His car, i heard Him call from the front door, "Come this way". This was different. i had never been on the main floor of His house. i entered the front door with Master closing and locking it behind me. As He did so, he said, "Take your clothes off here. Leave them by the door". He then walked through the living room and down a hallway to the back of the house out of eye sight.
i quickly stripped out of my clothes, leaving them folded just inside the front door. Then i knelt down, bowing my head, but managing to peek at the surroundings. The home was impeccably neat. Kitchen to the left. Living room to the right. Master, wearing black pants, a white shirt and socks, then approached from a back room carrying a small glass. "Drink this", He said, handing me the glass. As i took the glass, i could tell that the contents were warm, not cold. As soon as i put the glass to my lips, i realized that this was Master's piss. i began to drink. Consuming the contents as fast as i could. When i finished, i held the glass back to Master with both hands. As He took the glass from me, He said, "Good boi, pig". "Thank You, Master", i replied.
"Did you like my piss?"
"Yes, Master. Very much. Thank You"
"Good. There'll be more for you later, pig".
"Follow me, pig". As Master turned and walked towards the living room. i crawled behind Him. Once in the middle of the living room, He then ordered me to put my hands on my head, but to stay on my knees. Master walked behind me.
"Did you miss Me, pig?"
"Yes Master. Very much."
"Do you worship Your Master?"
"Yes Master. i do."
"Will you worship and obey your Master?"
"Yes Master. i worship You and will obey anything You say."
i then felt a hard slap on my ass, as Master said:
"Thank your Master and ask for more, pig."
"Thank You Master. More please, Sir"
Again a hard slap.
"Thank You Master. More please."
Again and again, Master slapped my ass, as i continued to thank Him and ask for more. At one point, i was almost knocked off balance. Luckily i was able to maintain my position, kneeling with my hands on my head. Finally, after about 10 minutes of beating my ass, Master ordered me to turn around, but to stay on my knees. As i turned, i bowed my head, as i was now facing Him. Master picked up a leather collar from a nearby chair and secured it tightly around my neck. He then attached a leash to the collar.
Master then sat down in a chair in front of me, tugging on the leash for me to crawl closer. He then said:
"Take my socks off and worship my feet, slave."
"Yes Sir. Thank You, Sir." As i leaned forward, slowly removing each sock. Folding them and placing them beside the chair. i then began to kiss and lick His feet. Making sure not to miss a spot. Sucking on His toes. Every few minutes hearing the command, "Other one!", and feeling the leash tug my head toward His other foot. i worshiped Master's feet for about 10 minutes, although i had no idea of time as my head was now in complete subspace.
Finally Master got up from His chair. i stayed where i was with my head bowed. Master then quickly removed His pants and shirt. Now naked, He approached me and stopped 3 feet in front of me. Holding the leash, he said, "Crawl and worship my cock, slave". Crawling forward, i replied, "Yes Master. Thank You Master". i ran my tongue over the head of His cock, savoring His scent. Then taking His cock in my mouth. Running my tongue along His shaft. Feeling His cock harden in my mouth. Feeling His cock grow to the back of my throat.
"Do You worship Your Master, slave?"
i could only garble a reply of "Yes Master", as i continued to worship His cock. Hoping that He was pleased.
After several minutes, Master suddenly pulled His cock from my mouth. He then turned around, with His back to me, and reaching down to pull the leash between His legs. Master then bent forward with His hands on a chair and His ass in front of my face.
"Get your tongue in there. Clean My ass and worship it".
As i began to lean forward, i felt Master pull on the leash, forcing my face to His ass. i quickly pushed my face to Master's ass with my tongue searching and finding His hole. The bitter taste of Master's shit was almost over powering. It was obvious that Master had not cleaned himself this morning. i used my tongue as quickly as possible, trying my best to ignore the smell. i quickly discovered that it was the smell that was the most difficult to get through. By licking and swallowing quickly, i was slowly cleaning His ass.
"Do you like your Master's shit, pig?"
"Yes Master. Thank You, Master", i garbled.
"Worship My ass, pig!"
i continued to lick and clean Master's ass, running my tongue in the area around His hole. As i did so, Master said, "Good boi. Good boi, pig". Again i thanked Master. He then stood up and taking hold of the leash, said, "Crawl". Feeling a tug on the leash, i followed Him. Crawling out of the living room and down the hallway towards the back of the house. i was led to a large bathroom. Master stopped in front of the bathtub and turned to me. After removing the collar, i was directed to lay on my back in the tub. As i did so, i could feel the cold of the tub on my back. But that was the least of my thoughts, for i knew what would be happening soon.
As i lay in the tub, i could hear the sound of Master pissing into a cup or glass. When He was finished, Master walked to the tub. He stepped in, facing my feet, with His feet on either side of my head. Master then knelt down. His ass coming close to my face. Closer. my mouth between His ass cheeks.
"Open your mouth, pig! your real training is about to start"
"Yes Master", i replied.
Instinctively i pushed my tongue out, tasting the bitter shit around Master's hole. i opened my mouth, with my tongue worshiping Master's hole. Slowly i could feel the warm, bitter turd being expelled. As the turd entered my mouth i quickly tried to chew it. More and more shit entered my mouth. i tried not to think of the smell and taste, but instead concentrated on keeping up with the flow. my mouth was over flowing, trying my best to swallow the repulsive contents. i could feel that some of Master's shit had spilled down the side of my face.
"Good boi, pig. Eat My shit. Worship it. Good boi".
"Yes Sir", i said as i continued to chew and swallow the contents in my mouth.
"Clean My ass, pig".
Again, i ran my tongue over Master's hole, trying my best to clean it. As i did so, i had a feeling of complete helplessness. On my back with Master sitting over my mouth. Unable to stop His dominance. At this moment, i felt that i was completely His. That i would do anything for Him. i was now His true slave.
Master then stood up. He stepped out of the tub and ordered me onto my hands and knees. As i rolled over and assumed my position on all fours, i noticed some shit on the tub beside where my head had been.
Master said, "With practice, you'll learn not to spill any. I'll forgive you since this was your first time. Next time will be different".
"Thank You Master", was all i could reply, as i looked down on what i had been consuming.
Master then stepped into the tub behind me. i felt His finger around my hole and then a cool liquid. Lube! i had never been fucked before. Suddenly i felt Master's hands on my hips as He pulled my ass to Him. i could feel His cock against my ass as it began to harden. The head pushing against my hole. More and more Master's cock pushed. Slowly i was giving in. Relenting. Slowly i could feel the head of His cock enter as i was opened. Slowly i felt the length of His cock slide inside me. Impaling me. i was His. Master then began to ride me. Rhythmically. Harder. He leaned forward. Grasping my hair. Pulling my head back. Harder, as i would feel His cock pulsing inside me. Hearing Master grunt as i felt Him cum.
"You're mine now, slave. I own you now".
"Thank You, Master. Yes, i am Yours. Completely. Thank You so much".
Master then stepped out of the tub. i remained on all fours, awaiting my next command. He walked to the front of the tub beside my head. Leaning over the tub's edge, He said, "Clean me!". Looking at His cock, now covered with my shit, i quickly began licking His cock. Starting at the head, running my tongue down His shaft. Lapping up what was my shit. Trying my best to clean all of Master's cock.
"you have much to learn, slave. I will expect a big improvement in Your efforts to clean me next time".
"Yes Master. Thank You. i promise to do better next time".
Master then walked over to the bathroom sink, returning to the tub, again holding a small glass.
"Wash My shit down with some of My piss, pig".
"Thank You Master", i said, taking the glass and quickly gulping down the warm contents.
i handed the glass back to Master.
"Use the shower to clean yourself and the tub up, slave. There's mouthwash by the sink. Next time, expect to be serving me for a whole day or perhaps a weekend".
"Yes Master. Thank You, Master", i replied as He left the room.
i cleaned myself up, while trying to process what had transpired over the past few hours. So many thoughts, yet a feeling of complete submissiveness. i had just served in the most ultimate way possible.
As i emerged from the bathroom, i saw Master in the living room in His housecoat. As i approached, i immediately fell to my knees and crawled to Him. i thanked Him for allowing me to serve and begged for a chance to serve Him again. i was almost in tears.
i left His house with the knowledge that i had now found my place as a true and complete submissive slave. i was extremely fortunate to be Master's property.