It was supposed to be a normal night, or at least that's what you thought. You had met Aspen Aires on Tinder, and she seemed interesting. Her bio said she was a model and a DJ, which was pretty cool. But you hadn't realized just how much she enjoyed playing mind games.
You both ended up at a bar, and she ordered you the most expensive drink on the menu. Next thing you knew, everything started to spin. You remember her laughing at something you said, but the details are pretty hazy. The next thing you knew, you were stumbling out of the bar and into her car.
As she drove you to her place, you could swear she kept referring to herself as "goddess." Yeah, definitely not normal. When you got to her house, she helped you inside and started to undress you. It was all happening so fast, but you were too out of it to resist.
The next thing you knew, you were lying on the floor with a portable toilet seat strapped around your waist. Aspen was standing over you, smirking. "I guess this wasn't the nightcap you were expecting," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
She explained how you had been making bizarre comments at the bar, and she thought it would be hilarious to turn the tables on you. She told you about the toilet delivery service she ran and how your first night with her was going to serve as her private toilet.
You were too freaked out to respond. She continued to taunt you, telling you that you were utterly ensnared in this role as her disposal device. She said she was going to make you swallow her fluids and expel her odorous waste, all while you were trapped in that toilet seat.
As she started to use the bathroom, you could feel her pee hitting the bottom of the toilet seat under you. It was humiliating, but there was nothing you could do about it. You couldn't move, and you couldn't speak. You were her toilet, and you had to accept it.
Hours seemed to pass as she used you over and over again, emptying her bladder and bowels into the portable toilet. You couldn't help but feel like a piece of trash as you were filled with her disgusting waste.
Finally, she unstrapped the toilet seat and pulled you to your feet. You were covered in urine and feces, and your muscles ached from being paralyzed for so long. You stumbled out of the room, still unable to believe what had happened.
When you woke up the next morning, you checked yourself in the mirror. You looked like hell, and it took you a moment to realize that the portable toilet seat was still strapped to your body. You managed to get it off and clean up as best you could, but the shame and humiliation were still written all over your face.
You never went back to Tinder again. And every time you went to the bathroom from then on, you couldn't help but wonder if someone was watching you, thinking about how they could turn you into their personal toilet.
