Femdom Toilet Slave

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Coprophilia when practiced by humans is a paraphilia, a sexual abnormality. Coprophilia is arguably not the most taboo of paraphilia, but it is certainly a taboo nearly universally. In my observation, the coprophilic subject often experiences internal conflict derived from this taboo. He is disgusted with himself by his own desire. Interestingly, the coprophiliac’s struggle with the taboo of his desire often only increases his desire for the taboo. Perhaps what is so appealing about coprophilia to some IS the taboo, not shit per se. To others, cultural taboo makes their coprophilic desire fraught. The coprophilic is turned on by shit but concurrently disgusted by the perversity of this desire. This is why the coprophilic seeks Me. The coprophilic subject often needs the forceful hand of the sadist/ Dominant to get him to do the thing that he ultimately wants to do yet is disgusted by. He needs to feel as though his act is to please Me. By pleasing Me and My sadistic perversion, he can thereby absolve himself of some degree of his self-disgust. Perhaps he can generate enough absolution to allow himself to complete the coprophilic act. It is My pleasure and acceptance which allows him to accomplish the challenging coprophilic feat that is his ultimate goal. Her turd was slowly exiting her asshole, and it started to hit my teeth, so she adjusted to make it enter my mouth perfectly. Kristen was still aiming her asshole at my face and I wasn't sure why. But I started chewing her turd and it was so much softer than Kelsey's. They both stunk, but Kristen had her on size and stink, this was terrible! Both Kelsey and Kristen are stunningly gorgeous. Kelsey has long, auburn hair with crystal blue eyes. Her ass is pronounced, shapely, and firm. She plays on our softball team and keeps herself in wonderful shape. She's kind of short at 5'5", but people still see how gorgeous and perfect her body is, so they let her treat them like slaves.

Quiet, slave. Now leave us with our newest property," it was Kelsey, "That's right, boy... We've been waiting since sophomore year to do something special with you." And then we beat you, brainwash you into our full time slave, and use you as our toilet in front of the entire school on a daily basis. I will go to your house and shit in your mouth in front of your family. I will tell them that you're property of Kelsey and I and that you are no longer a free person. I'll go to the cops and have them register you as dead, and then I'll shit in your mouth in front of them." He got down and did it. I never fully understood it, honestly, how people just did whatever they said. All I knew is that I somehow stayed out of their warpath going on 12 years. Her turd tasted so disgusting, and this was only just sitting on my tongue, imagining eating it made me want to die. The coprophilic act does please Me. It does not please Me because I am Myself coprophilic. It pleases Me because I deeply eroticize the witnessing of his internal struggle. My perversity will always surpass that of the coprophilic. I am not the shit-eater. I am the obscene force that will make him suffer through the taboo act of shit-eating. I love his self-disgust while forced. I love to watch his surrender, and oftentimes, his coping and acceptance of the abject and taboo. To confront shit is empowering, to consume it more so. The successful “human-toilet” is a coprophilic who has faced taboo and abjection, overcoming them.Kelsey said, "Well you see, toilet. We broadcast that whole thing to the entire high school at the pep rally. That girl you like, Jenny or whatever... She just watched you get a mouthful of manure."

You can use me for that too, but please use me for your toilet. P-... Please let me b-... Be your toilet," tears began streaming.We'll know after he eats your load of shit. Jesus, Kristen. You REALLY did it this time, too. That's a big pile of shit." That's better! But... Mmmmm," Kelsey squatted over my face and let off one final bare assed fart right in my face, "I'm not sure, yet Kristen... I don't know if he's earned his freedom... I think there's another thing he has to prove." She ripped a very long, silent fart that assaulted me immediately. Kristen began clapping and laughing. Kristen took the camera, "And unless you want to replace him, you'll listen. Later, slaves. Kristen out." Several weeks prior, my immediate family and my best friend was killed in a car accident. By some strange twist of fate, I survived without difficulty. I had lost the will to live. I wanted to die. I originally planned to do it by a noose, the old fashioned way. But something changed in me, I wanted to live out a fantasy of mine. It was, in and of itself, a death sentence, so I was still getting what I set out to do, though it is much delayed. Sexually, I had always been extremely varied. I had always been into female domination, superiority, degradation. Such things. Eventually, I developed the ultimate fantasy. To serve a woman as a human toilet… permanently. A fixed, utterly objectified toilet with flesh and blood instead of plastic and ceramic. I developed this scenario after reading an online fetish story, where a girl was installed as part of a permanent toilet machine by a guy. I often fantasied about being in the same position as that girl, but with the gender difference. Permanent, objectified human toilet – It was the ultimate degradation, there is nothing lower than that. But it is also a death sentence. It was perfect for me at this point. I convinced myself, this is what I wanted. But who would take me in as their toilet? The last person I would have imagined: Mikayla, of course. I spoke with her after the funerals. We talked for awhile, I told her of my plans. I have no idea how I summoned the nerve to tell her, or why, but I did. And it proved fortunate. She agreed to it. She told me she’d get one of her friends around to start the work. Well, to cut a long story short, I sold off all my provisions, everything I owned, to help fund the building. It took several weeks, but now, finally, it was almost complete. Now, Mikayla just wanted me to sign this paper, to ensure her I was still fully committed to this. I admit, I had another hesitation, but that passed.

Ahh! It's so spicy! Ahhhhhh!!! My asshole is burning, but it's worth it! It's worth it to make him eat my hot dump! Ooooo!" Kristen spoke into whatever it was, "That's right. This is our new toilet. So for all the people who said 'Kristen and Kelsey would never make good on their threat to turn one of US into their toilet', guess again."

One: You beg me right here, right now, and I mean BEG me to use your mouth as my shit bin. Or two: You refuse to keep what you might think of as 'dignity'---" Kristen pulled down her jeans, "And now I'm about to feel that same pleasure. Keep that mouth open, boy. And watch my anus as I release my waste into your mouth. Observe the entire scenario as it lays before you. Ponder on how your existence has been reduced to being my toilet. Then realize what this means...." Chew it up, turd muncher. I've got a huge load for you. Kelsey might take it easy on you, but I'm sure as hell not," Kristen was forceful.

I knew what they wanted, but I didn't want to say it. I refused to beg Kristen to shit in my mouth. Kristen walked over to a bag and got out a very thin piece of cane. Kelsey stood over me, looking down at me with contempt, "Well now we're finally allowing you to live out your existence as it was meant..." And then just like that, a huge foot long turd fired from Kelsey's anus, gas escaping with her turd, clogging my mouth and ending the begging. They both laughed insanely loud, Kelsey keeping her ass pointed at me like fart and shit gun. She farted again, releasing a second six inch turd. Both were about two inches in diameter and the first one filled my mouth and fell over my left eye. Her second turd landed on my face and sat like a mustache. I inhaled as hard as I could and the smell of Kelsey's fresh shit went beyond my lungs and seeped into my soul. She had a very healthy diet, so her turd was very large, very smelly, and very firm. A rush of very creamy shit, like soft serve, poured out of Kristen's asshole and she sounded in pain.I hated myself so much. I am an extremely unwilling toilet slave at the moment... But I'm still a toilet slave... It had to be ten seconds, but her fart started to slowly leak out as I began inhaling. The egg smell turned to shit smell about 3 seconds in and I was still breathing in her fart. It turned more explosive and a very small piece of her shit escaped and landed on my upper lip, right under my nose. Kelsey laughed, but the smell hit her. At the front of the school I saw "The Ks", both Kristen and Kelsey, spitting at freshman and smoking cigarettes. They were just such absolute bitches... Ohhhhh!!! I love it when a slave savors the flavor. Hahaha. Enjoy it, loser! Keep chewing my shit because you don't want to know what happens if you don't," Kristen rested the cane on my balls. I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Thank you, Kelsey! Thank you so much! Thank you for shitting in my mouth! Thank you, Kelsey for letting me eat your shit!"