I had a number of experiences slavery both in the US and back home in Europe but these experiences mainly had involved foot slavery, trampling, spitting, facesitting, nipple torture and etc. I was madly into scat porn (which was not that widespread back then) but I had never had guts to experience toilet slavery in real life. Fantasizing about lying underneath a mistress was very appealling to me but to br honest, I did not have the confidence on myself about taking a smelly shit in my mouth during a session with a dominatrix. Toilet slavery had always been frightening to me.
During summer 2013, I was visiting a friend in LA. Even before making the travel arrangements, I made my mind about experiencing toilet slavery for the first time.
I contacted different mistresses that are located in LA and are offering FTT. Finally, I decided to arrange a session with Mistress N on the 3rd day I would be spending in LA.
The first 2 days were a waste for me. I could not stop thinking about the fact that (hopefully) I will be eating the shit of a very beautiful mistress.
When the day of the session came, I was so nervous and excited. No lies, I thought about not showing to Mistress N’s dungeon located a little outside of LA. I was afraid to get sick or having a serious illness from her shit.
But on the other hand, this was what I had been fantasizing about for years and I was closer to fulfill my desires as never before.
So I made up my mind. I was going to go and experience the ultimate form of humiliation. I convinced myself that I was nothing but a worthless toilet.
While I was having these thoughts in my head, Mistress N texted me and ordered me to bring a coffe with me. OMG, she was going to drink the coffee to stimulate her bowels to shit into my mouth. TO SHIT INTO MY MOUTH.
Anyway, I bought the coffee and arrived at Mistress N’s location. The place kinda looked shady to me, the address I was given belonged to a container looking like a storage facility. It was what it was. I knocked on the door. After a few seconds, Mistress N opened the door with her leather outfit. She was breath taking. Even more beautiful than her photos. There she was in front of me and she was about to use me as her toilet.
To my surprise, the shady looking container opened up to a full scale dungeon with every different kind of equipment. Most important of them all, there was the toilet chair, sitting on top of puppy pads that she had prepared before!
As soon as I saw Mistress N and the dungeon in front of me, I was nowhere near nervous anymore. I was dying to serve my mistress in any way she asks.
I handed the coffee to Mistress N, she thanked and smiled very politely. Then while drinking her coffee, she ordered me to sit on a chair and talk about my interests, must haves and limits. When it came to toilet slavery, I told her that this was going to be my first time, I might not be able to swallow all of her load but I was willing to be pushed to do my best. After we are done with the talking, she suddenly changed her attitude. From now on, I was her slave kneeling in front of her. Mistress N ordered me “okay, now crawl to the bathroom and get naked slave!”.
I did as ordered. On all my fours, I went back crawling to her.
Mistress N ordered me to lick her toes that are still in heels. I kissed all her toes one by one. Licked them as she was saying “these will not be the only thing that is in your mouth today”.
After that, she ordered me to lay on my back while she trampled me for a while in her heels. As a side note, she was quite impressed about how well I was handling her weight in heels 🙂
As I was still laying on the floor facing up, she sat on my face with hear leather panties. Her smell was amazing. I could smell her ass combined with the smell of the leather. I said “Thank you mistress, you smell incredible”. Her reaction was “wait until you get other sorts of smell from my body”. OMG. I was dying to be under the toilet chair.
Mistress N got up off my face and proceeses to put nipple clamps on both off my nipples. TBH, clamps were not that tight for me. Then she locked me at a floor level cage which is located as the downward portion of the bondage table and had an opening on top to the bindage table.
Mistress N sat on the table and made me lick her feet from cage’s bars. This time, shoes were off and the smell of her feet was just amazing.
After a shile, she opened up the opening of the cage to the bondage table and spat into my mouth a few times. Then she positioned her beautifull ass on the opening and said “we are running short on time, i should better get you use to my smells, get your face close to my ass”. I thought she was going to order me to smell her ass since I have told her that I liked her smell before, so I put my face close to hear ass and started smelling. After a few sniffs, I felt that she was pushing because I saw her ass moving. As I was trying to figure out what she was up to, she ripped a big fart right into my face.
As soon as the smell hit me, all my nervousness kicked back in. The smell was not pleasant. There is no way I was going to be able to handle her shit.
She must have sensed that so she pulled me out of the cage and ordered onto the bondage table where she secured my handsnand feet.
She took off the nipple clamps and put on tighter ones. The new clamps were hurting my nipples as hell. Then she sat on my chest and started playing with the chain holding the clamps. As she was putting her barefeet on my face once again, she said “you cannot back off at this point. You asked for this and I really need to go”.
When the pain on my nipples combined with the sense of helplessness as I could not move at all, her beautiful feet on my face and humiliating words she just said, I was back on the track.
She untied my hands and feet and ordered me to ‘get my position’. I knew what this meant. I got off the table with torturous clamps still on my nipples and quickly positioned myself under the toilet chair.
I thought ‘Wow’. Even being in this position was very exciting and humiliating. When Mistress N approached me, I was ready to explode.
She spat into my mouth in this position a few more times. As she was smoking a cigarette, the cigarette smell in her spit is something I still remember to this day.
Mistress N ordered me to play with my dick and cum as soon as her shit hits my mouth. Looking back to that day from today, I understand better how professional she was as a dominatrix.
Then she took her leather panties off and sat on the chair.
That view is something to die for. A toilet’s POV. You know that the beautiful women that have been hurting you is about to do one of the meanest things a human being can do to one another. How mean she must be to be okay with shitting into the mouth of somebody she just met? Could anything else be that humiliating? You see her asshole right in front of your eyes. You can smell her. You can observe her.
Mistress N started peeing into my open mouth. As I had previous GS experiences, I did fine and really enjoyed the taste of her champagne.
Then she ripped another fart. This time I was not disgusted by the smell as before but still, I tried to breathe through my mouth to avoid the smell. After that, her asshole started that pushing moves again. She was pushing while pulling the nippleclamps’ chain.
She pushed a few times then the beautiful asshole in front of me started opening. That was the point of no return. The point of mixed emotions of fear and excitement.
I saw the tip of her shit. I watched that brown cream getting out of her asshole. Too fucking intimate and too fucking taboo. Then the smell hit me again. More stronger than her farts. This time it was the smell of her shit.
Even before I had the shit into my mouth, still hanging from her ass, I started gagging due to the smell. As I tried harder, I gagged more and even tried to get up. That was when she shouted “get the fuck down and open your mouth!”. I had no other choice. I put my head back down, opened my mouth and closed my eyes.
Her shit landed into my mouth. To my surprise, its taste was not that bad. Or even it had a very light bitter taste. Then another one. Then another one. I was relieved that the gag reflex was gone and now I was able to keep her shit in my mouth.
Her shit was in my mouth. What I felt on my lips and tongue was shit. It was the shit of a beautiful, mean woman. But still, IT WAS SHIT!
I started gagging again but cummed at the same time.
She ordered me to spit out what I had in my mouth. I did. To my surprise, I realized that I had a big portion of shit in my mouth.
However, I was so damn disgusted. So damn disappointed of myself. I was full of regret.
The disgust stayed with me for the next few days.
But human mind works in a fucking fascinating way. After that few days, I was jerking off while imagining what I had experienced.
From today, the very first toilet slavery experience of mine looks like a mild failure but in reality, it opened doors to many more much more hardcore toilet slavery experiences that I wish to share with the community.
Thank you Mistress N for kickstarting my journey in becoming a toilet slave as I am today who is able to consume full loads 🙂