My relationship with Jane, my girlfriend of five years, has always been a strange one. We both harbored secret fetishes that we never discussed with each other; at least, not until one fateful day when I accidentally stumbled upon her online profile on a fetish website. She had created an account under a pseudonym just for kicks and had posted some pretty wild stuff about her desire to dominate men and turn them into her toilet slaves. Naturally, I was instantly intrigued and terrified at the same time. But curiosity got the better of me, and I decided to confront her about it.
"So, Jane, I found something interesting on your computer," I said nervously as we sat down at our kitchen table.
She looked up from her plate, eyebrows raised in curiosity. "Oh really? What is it?"
I showed her the screen with the fetish website open. Her eyes widened in shock, but then she laughed. "Well, I didn't expect you to stumble upon that! It's just a fantasy, honey."
"But you didn't deny it," I countered.
"Fine," she sighed, reaching out to grab my hand across the table. "I'll be honest with you. There are certain things I've always wanted to try, things I never dared to bring up because I didn't want to ruin our relationship."
I swallowed hard, feeling both terrified and aroused by her admission. "Like what?"
"I've always wanted to dominate a man, to see how much control I can have over him," she explained. "And I've always found scatology... fascinating."
"Scatology?" I asked, hoping she wouldn't notice my blush. "You mean like poop?"
She nodded, smiling mischievously. "Yes, poop, shit, whatever you want to call it. I know it's gross, but there's something about it that turns me on."
We spent the rest of the evening talking about our fetishes, and surprisingly, we found common ground in our desires. We both had a thing for humiliation and power dynamics, and we decided to explore this side of our relationship together. Fast forward to months later, we established roles: she would be the dominant one, and I would be her toilet slave.
The first time she made me clean her ass after a hard day at work was both nerve-racking and exhilarating. She wore a latex catsuit that hugged her body tightly, accentuating every curve. As she sat on the toilet bowl, her majestic ass towering above me, she instructed me to lick the soggy toilet paper from her asshole. I did as I was told, my tongue darting out hesitantly at first but growing more confident as I tasted her sweet nectar. She purred in satisfaction, and I could see a glimmer of pride in her eyes as she watched me worship her dirty asshole.
From that day on, I became her personal toilet slave. I learned to appreciate the way she would use me, whether it was making me clean her ass with my tongue or sniff her dirty panties. Every time she finished using the toilet, her droppings were packed with flavor – unlike anything I'd ever tasted before. It was addictive, and I found myself craving her shit more and more.
One day, she decided to take our relationship to the next level. She bound my hands and feet with leather restraints, gagged me with a ball gag, and blindfolded me. I couldn't see or move, yet I could feel every sensation intensely. The cool air brushed against my skin as she removed my clothing, leaving me completely vulnerable and exposed. I heard her approach slowly, the sound of her high-heels clicking against the tiled floor sending shivers down my spine.
She stood over me, her body heavy with anticipation. Without warning, she straddled my face, her wet pussy lips pressing against my cheeks. I could smell her arousal, and it made my cock twitch beneath me. She lowered herself onto my face, grinding her hips against my nose and mouth. I tried to mumble my approval through the gag, but it came out as muffled moans.
Then she released a wave of hot, stinky gas onto my face, making me cough and gag. It was followed by a torrent of diarrhea, overflowing from her asshole and splattering onto my face. The mixture of pleasure and humiliation was overwhelming, but at the same time, it felt incredible. I lapped up the thick, chunky shit eagerly, letting it coat my tongue and drip down my chin.
She letting out a satisfied sigh, unaware of the mess she'd made. "Mmmmm, you are such a good toilet slave," she purred. "Now it's time for you to clean me up." She pulled the gag from my mouth, and I opened wide to show her the mixture of saliva and shit that had accumulated. She laughed, amused by my eagerness to please her.
In that moment, I realized that this was what we both needed – someone to take control, and someone to submit entirely. Our relationship had blossomed into something beautiful, despite (or maybe because of) its taboo nature. We had found our perfect balance, and I would gladly be her toilet slave for the rest of our lives.
