The story begins with Bastienne, a dominant woman who enjoys toilet play, eagerly anticipating a new toilet slave to join her. She had already been holding in a massive load of feces all morning, making sure she had enough for the first-timer's initiation into her world of taboo pleasure.
The doorbell finally rang, and as Bastienne made her way to answer it, she couldn't help but let out a deep sigh of relief. It was finally time for her new victim, I mean, companion, to begin their journey into submission. She opened the door to find him there, looking nervous and unsure about what was about to happen.
With a smirk, she invited him into her home, knowing full well the surprise waiting for him in her bedroom. She led him to the room, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor as she walked, making sure he could hear her holding in that massive load.
Once in the room, Bastienne revealed her surprise - she was wearing a tight strap-on, the end of which was suspended above a tied-up toy lying on the bed. As soon as he saw what was going on, the new slave gulped nervously, his eyes fixed on the massive turd hanging just above his face.
She began explaining to him what was about to happen – how she had been saving herself just for him, and how he would be the one to taste her feces. He tried to back out, saying he wasn't sure if he could do it, but Bastienne wouldn't hear it. She was determined to make him her toilet slave, and she wasn't going to let him off easy.
As she started to release her load, he protested and tried to move away, but Bastienne was too quick for him. She grabbed his head and forced it towards her ass, opening his mouth as wide as she could. The hot, stinky turd dropped straight into his mouth, filling it up to the brim.
He choked and gagged, trying desperately to spit it out, but Bastienne was relentless. She smacked him hard across the face, reminding him of who was in charge here. She allowed him to spit some of it to the side, but made sure he knew he couldn't escape the rest.
Through tears and mucus, the new slave tried to protest, but Bastienne wouldn't listen. She grabbed a tube and started syringing the remaining feces into his mouth, pushing the plunger with a soft, almost maternal force. He struggled and squirmed, but she held him tight, refusing to let him back out.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity for both of them, the syringe was empty. Bastienne stepped back, admiring her new toilet slave as he writhed on the bed, eyes closed, filled with disgust and submission. She helped him clean up a little, made sure he was comfortable, and then left him there, alone with his thoughts and his newfound desires.
As she walked away, Bastienne couldn't help but feel a sense of power and satisfaction wash over her. She had brought another person into her dark, twisted world, and he was now her toilet slave - forever. She knew there would be many more sessions like this, many more times when she would force him to taste her feces and beg for more. But for now, she sat down on the edge of her bed, basking in the glory of her victory.
The End
