Under the warm glow of her bedside lamp, Alice sat cross-legged on her bathroom floor, her heart pounding in anticipation. She'd been living this fantasy for months now, ever since discovering it online. Tonight, she was going to finally become the toilet slave of a dominant man known only as "Toiletman."
He had been selecting his candidates carefully, interviewing them over video chat and making sure they were truly committed to serving him in this intimate way. When he'd finally messaged her with the address to his house, she'd eagerly agreed to meet him.
As she finished preparing herself—shaving her pussy smooth, applying makeup to accentuate her features—Alice took one last deep breath and stepped into the full-length mirror in her room. She admired her figure, the way her black latex dress hugged every curve. The dress plunged deeply between her breasts, exposing the lacy black bra she wore beneath.
In the pockets of her dress, Alice felt the cool smoothness of the rubber plug and the funnel. They were the final pieces of her transformation. Gathering up her courage, she slipped the plug into her ass and secured it tightly. Then, taking a deep breath, she stepped into the funnel, allowing it to collect her urine.
When she was finally ready, she tucked the funnel under her arm and made her way downstairs. The house was dark and quiet, but she could see the glimmer of a light in the distance. Taking a deep breath, she made her way towards it, feeling both terrified and exhilarated.
Finally, she reached the door. It was ajar, revealing a dimly lit room beyond. Taking a deep breath, Alice pushed the door open with her foot and stepped inside. Her heart hammered in her chest as she saw him, sitting in the shadows, his head bowed. She approached him silently, her heels clicking softly against the hardwood floor.
"Toiletman," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. He looked up at her then, and she saw his eyes widen in surprise. She felt him taking her in, drinking in every inch of her exposed body.
"You chose well, slave," he murmured, his voice deep and commanding. "Now get down on your knees and present your offering."
Alice didn't hesitate. She knelt before him, keeping her eyes fixed on his. Then, with trembling hands, she reached down and pulled the funnel from beneath her arm, holding it over his crotch. "Drink," she commanded, her voice trembling with anticipation.
He smiled, a predatory glint in his eyes. "I will," he promised, taking the funnel from her hands. He positioned it over his cock, leaning back against the wall as he did so. Then, with a satisfied groan, he lowered his head and began to drink.
Alice watched, transfixed, as he sucked on the funnel, his cock twitching inside it. After what felt like an eternity, he finally pulled away, his cheeks hollowed out by the effort. "Excellent," he purred, reaching out to stroke her cheek gently. "Now it's my turn."
With a shiver of anticipation, Alice pulled her panties to the side and presented her dripping wet pussy to him. "Drink, Toiletman," she whispered, tears of pleasure and submission welling up in her eyes. He gave her a wicked grin and sank back down onto the floor, his mouth opening wide like a baby bird ready to be fed.
Slowly, deliberately, he began to lap at her sweet juices, taking his time to savor every last drop. Alice groaned, her hands clutching at the wall behind her as he devoured her. It felt so wrong, but it also felt so right.
As he finished, Alice felt his hot breath against her pussy, sending shivers down her spine. "Mmm," he murmured, licking her clean. "You are mine now, slave. You belong to the toilet."
With that, he stood up, his cock already hard once more. He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her to her feet, then pushed her roughly against the wall. Alice gasped as he thrust into her, filling her up with his thick cock.
They fucked there against the wall, their bodies slamming together in a rhythm of dominance and submission, of pain and pleasure. Each thrust felt like a branding, marking her as his forever.
Finally, with a cry of ecstasy, Alice came around him, her walls clenching tightly. He followed her over the edge, groaning as he released himself inside her.
As they collapsed together onto the cold tile floor, Alice felt a sense of peace wash over her. She was no longer Alice—she was Toiletgirl, belonging to Toiletman. And she couldn't be happier.
