The night was cold and quiet as I made my way towards the office building. My stomach churning with a mix of nerves and anticipation. I was about to cross a line that would change my life forever - and for better or worse, I would soon find out.
The security guard barely glanced at me as I slipped past him, my heart pounding in my chest. Once inside, I made my way to the office suite from the directions I had been given. My hands trembled as I tried to steady myself for what was to come.
I knocked on the door with an increasingly unsteady hand, feeling the warmth of embarrassment spread across my face. The voice on the other side of the door was calm and reassuring, telling me to come in.
As I opened the door, I was greeted by a lavishly decorated office, the kind you would see in the movies. But it was the man sitting in front of the desk who truly caught my attention. He was handsome, with a confident air about him that made me tremble even more.
"Now, don't be alarmed," he said, his voice smooth and soothing. "I'll be really gentle with you as long as you obey me."
My mind raced as I tried to understand what was happening. Had I walked into some kind of bizarre situation? I couldn't help but nod in response to his words.
"Open your mouth wide," he said, pointing to a glass of water on his desk. "I need to unload some golden water, mmm, that's better. How does it taste?"
My mouth opened automatically, accepting the cool water he offered. It tasted fine - thin, crisp. Suddenly, I felt him pressing something else against my lips. I hesitated for only a moment before gingerly accepting whatever it was he offered.
It was thick and warm, and it coated my tongue and throat in a familiar, revolting way. I wanted to gag but was unable to move as he began to instruct me through this ordeal.
"Now, now," he said softly, his voice a quiet command that forced compliance from me. "Open your mouth again because I think I need to shit now..."
With trembling hands, I opened my mouth once more, feeling his warm feces coating the inside of my cheeks and teeth. It was horrifying and yet strangely arousing at the same time.
"Swallow it all," he said softly. "It's not much."
I swallowed, feeling his feces slide down my throat, filling me up. I tried to resist the growing desire I felt inside but it was too strong. As he continued to use me in this depraved manner, I felt myself surrendering to the pleasure he was giving me.
And then, finally, he spoke the words that changed everything.
"From now on, you are my toilet."
