CassieScat - POV: Inside the Office Toilet - Youre Their Slave
As you walked into the plush office, your nerves were already on edge. You knew the interview was going to be tough, but you never expected this. The room was filled with powerful women, each one dressed to impress and oozing confidence. You were grateful when they seemed to like you, even if you stuttered through some of your answers. Little did you know, they were all part of a secret club that used human toilets to relieve stress. And now, you were their newest toy.
They led you to a bathroom hidden behind a bookcase. It was luxurious, with marble floors and gold fixtures. But as they revealed the true purpose of this room—a toilet with a built-in hole for your face—your heart dropped into your stomach. Your new boss, Cassie, stepped forward, a smug smile curling across her lips. "Welcome to your new job, slave," she purred. "You're going to be our personal toilet."
You tried to protest, but your words caught in your throat. They had found you through your kinky online profile. They told you it was your fantasy, and they wouldn't let you go. They would use you whenever they felt like it, even during work hours. And here you were, trapped in a toilet bowl, staring up at Cassie as she discussed the company's profits. You could feel her high heels pressing into your skull as she stood over you, her strong legs shaking the bowl. It was then that she pulled out a dildo, much larger than any you'd seen before, and began to fuck you from above.
The humiliation was unbearable, but the pain was nothing compared to the feeling of helplessness. You were nothing more than a living toilet now. Cassie's strength and domination sent shivers down your spine as she grunted and groaned, using your body as she pleased. When she finally finished, she pulled out the dildo, revealing a thick layer of your own blood on it. She didn't even bother to wipe you clean—she just flipped you over and sat down on the toilet seat, letting her weight crush you. As she released a massive log of shit onto your face, you could only sputter and gag, trying to breathe through the stench.
"Eat it, slave," Cassie commanded, her voice cold and unyielding. "Every last bit." You had no choice but to obey, your mouth filling with the putrid mix of feces and toilet water. The taste was disgusting, but you knew there was nothing you could do to escape this nightmare. You were their toilet now, and they would use you until they were satisfied.
As the day wore on, other women joined Cassie in using you. Some would pee on you, others would fart in your face. They would all share stories about their stressful days and how using you as a toilet made them feel better. You tried to block out the noise and focus on breathing through your nose, but the smell was overwhelming. Your body ached from being used so violently, and your face was stained with a layer of filth that made you feel repulsive.
But despite the horror of your situation, there was one bright spot: the view. Through the toilet bowl, you could see Cassie standing over you, her heels clicking against the marble floor. She would lean down and whisper in your ear, telling you how filthy you were, how lucky she was to have you. And as she did, she would sometimes step on your head or grind her hips against your face, adding to the humiliation.
Now, you're left here, waiting for your next visitor. You don't know how long this will go on for, but you do know that you're trapped. You thought this job was going to be your ticket to success, but instead, it's turned into a living hell. All you can do now is sit here, struggling not to gag on the smell and the taste, and praying that one day, someone will rescue you from this nightmare.
