As we walked in we immediately saw the fishbowl. Sitting right in the middle of the foyer was a large glass vessel, and inside was the latex clad slave called Toilet. At the top of the vessel were 6 pipes, all entering from different directions. We could see that someone had already flushed once and there was a few inches of piss at the bottom of the bowl with a wad of toilet paper. Toilet looked a bit sad. I put my hand up to the glass and she did as well, then she smiled. I mouthed the words ‘you can do it.’
Just then there was a gushing sound and a pile of shit and piss flew out another pipe and hit Toilet on the shoulder. This was going to be a very long night for her. I waved goodbye and Lina and I went up to our beautiful new suite. I desperately had to use the toilet myself. In the bathroom there was a strange looking urinal with a sign that read “For female use, you may tilt.’ It was a standalone, banana-shaped receptacle that could sit upright or tilt flat for females to straddle. What a cool design! I would use that later, but for the moment I needed to take a shit too.
I couldn’t help thinking about Toilet as I flushed. My excrement would be raining down on Toilet within seconds after I flushed. Hopefully the experience isn’t as terrible as it looked.
Lina gave me a last drink before bed and then I crawled up to rest my head on her naked ass in bed. She serenaded me with a few farts and I drifted off to sleep happily feeling I was exactly where I should be.
I woke up to a putrid Dutch oven. I heard Lina laughing outside of the makeshift gas chamber she had created for me. I fought the urge to kick the covers off and tried to breathe normally. Eventually she lifted the covers and said “good morning sunshine! It’s a beautiful day outside, and I’m starving! You may not have noticed, but I barely ate anything last night, unlike you.”
“Of course! Well you could have shared some of mine if you were that hungry,” I said with a smirk.
“Haha, don’t be gross John. I don’t think I’ll ever get that hungry, but I’m glad you enjoyed it!” she said.
“I do it for you Miss Lina, because it makes you happy.”
“It does make me happy John, you make me happy,” she said in a gentle tone. “Now, shall we go get some breakfast? I think you need some real food!”
“Yes please!” I said.
“But I need to go first. Your call, but decide quickly.”
“Miss Lina. It’s your decision. It’s always your decision.”
“No time to discuss, get down,” she said.
I got down and opened my mouth. She let a stream go and it was fierce. Some spilled on the bathroom floor but I swallowed most of it. It was incredibly salty. She needed to drink more water. I also needed to go, which I did in the toilet. As I flushed I flashed back to last night and seeing Toilet press her hand to mine through the walls of the fishbowl. I can’t believe she’s still in there!
We walked down to the foyer together holding hands. We bumped into Georgia and Lassie. “Hey guys,” said Georgia.
Lina said hi for the both of us. I exchanged a smile with Lassie. Then Layla joined us and said “has anyone seen Tim and Lexi this morning?”
“No, we just came straight down. I’ll definitely pay a visit after breakfast,” said Lina.
We continued on to the dining room. There was an amazing spread of pastries, cereal, an omelet station and a variety of juices. I didn’t see any hint of last night’s events, until I saw a woman encased in a trolley cart identical to the trolley that Pup was strapped into at last night’s parlor game. She was wearing mostly latex but her crack was exposed. And buried in her ass was a champagne bottle with the opening poking out. ‘That must be getting warm,’ I thought, without any regard for how that must feel.
We walked around the breakfast bar and filled our plates. Lina was definitely hungry, as was Layla and Georgia. Lassie only had a small pastry. Chandy didn’t show up. I guess she was back attending to her duties.
I walked over to the champagne trolley as I was curious about how it worked. A small sign said ’tilt to pour’ – seemed simple enough. I took a champagne glass and grabbed a handle to tilt the lady towards me. She was perfectly balanced on an axle and it was easy to maneuver. The woman started to tilt upwards. Eventually the motor champagne began to flow. When my glass was nearly filled I tilted her back and she came to rest. I took a sip, and sure enough, it was warm. But after some thought I realized I prefer it that way.
Lina then crept up behind me and gave me a hug without notice. She whispered in my ear “I’m imagining you in that position. I may have to ask Angela if she’s got a trolley big enough for you. At least we know that your ass could take it.”
This really scared me. I don’t think my ass could take it actually. A champagne bottle is huge! “Please don’t,” I said. “That would split me in 2.”
She stepped up and said “don’t worry darling. I know what you really want.” Then she poured herself some champagne, but the bottle ran out şişli escort after just a few drops.
Out came a waiter wearing black latex gloves and a new bottle. He motioned for us to step aside slightly. We moved over but kept watching intently as he started to ease out the bottle. I saw the label and it read ‘Louis Roederer Cristal’ which I thought sounded very fancy.
He put the empty bottle aside and I could see her asshole gape like a well with no bottom. The waiter checked on the woman and had a quiet conversation down by her head. I saw some nodding and heard a laugh. Was she having a good time? The waiter laughed as well. What on earth could be funny at a moment like this?
He then greased up the new bottle with lube and started to work it into her asshole. It didn’t take long at all, maybe 20 seconds, and it was in. He uncorked the bottle which shook the trolley and gave the women a fright. A small amount spurted out and it was ready. The waiter said “may I?” to Lina and she handed over her glass. The waiter tilted the woman upwards and out came the champagne. Lina thanked the waiter and we both thanked the woman and we walked back to our table.
We ate breakfast and chatted about our day. Georgia said that she and Lassie would be going out for a ride. When she mentioned this Lassie pushed intensely and shifted in her seat.
Lina said “oh that’s a wonderful idea. We may join you!”
“Oh, sorry I should have been more clear. I’m taking Lassie out for a ride, and I’ll be riding her. She loves pony play.”
“Ah, I see now. Sounds fun, maybe I’ll take John out one day! Would you like that John?” asked Lina.
“If that’s what you would like, I would do my best,” I said with apprehension.
“Maybe another time. Enjoy your day Georgie! Have fun Lassie! I think I need to head back to the room anyway, that breakfast is making its way through me,” said Lina.
“You should try the Communal Toilets! Poor Tim and Lexi have been in there all night,” said Georgia.
“I think we’ll do that, sounds like a great idea,” replied Georgia.
We walked in together and entered the foyer and was shocked to see the fishbowl now about half way full. Lina saw Mistress Angela and stopped to chat. Toilet was still in the fishbowl and she was wading in a mixture of piss, shit, toilet paper and water. The slurry was completely opaque but there were many turds floating and swirling around as she made even the slightest movement. I walked up to the glass and stood there looking at Toilet.
I knocked on the glass to get her attention. She looked over and smiled. “Hey, how’s it going in there?” I said.
She had to raise her voice and shouted, “Not bad! It’s more fun than I thought it would be. And you probably guessed, but I love a bit of attention! I’ve also got all I could ever want to eat and drink too.”
“Wow, you’re actually eating poo from randoms in there? That’s amazing!” I said.
“Yeah, it’s a risk. But no one said being a toilet was safe! How are you?”
“Good! Miss Lina and I are heading to the communal toilets. Should be interesting,” I said.
“You’ll love it. I spent a day there a few months ago. It’s intense, but so much fun!” said Toilet.
“Right, well I’m just visiting, as far as I know. Catch up with you later. Have a nice time in there!”
“I will,” she said, and then submerged herself into the mixture for effect.
Lina and I continued on. I asked Lina what she was talking about with Mistress Angela and she said “oh, you’ll see. I just want to make your time here memorable John. We need to find your limits.”
I suddenly got very nervous. “Why, what’s going to happen now?”
“Well, Angela said that after your performance last night at dinner, she would like you to spend some time in the communal toilets before we leave. Are you game?”
“If that’s what you would like for me to do, then I can.”
“I would John. I have a lot of work to do actually. And this way you would be quite occupied for the next 12 hours. Do you think you could handle it?”
She was serious. I really thought we were getting closer and that she wouldn’t ask me to do something like this where I’m used by so many other random people. Strangely, this objectification makes me want to please her even more. Of course I don’t have a choice and have to say yes.
“OK Miss Lina, if that would make you happy.”
“Well I’m hoping it would make you happy as well, John. Please say so if you don’t want to do this. I could never force you, of course.”
And this is the problem. I can never refuse her. Her desires are now my desires, because I am completely submissive to her. My only truly selfish wish is for her to love me because she knows I will never refuse her and agree to anything she asks.
“Yes. I want to do this for you. I love you,” I said.
“And I love you too John. I can’t believe I’m saying this, but you’ve surpassed every expectation I’ve had and you are so caring and considerate. I can’t wait to see where this relationship taksim escort takes us, and if you’re able to withstand everything I’m putting you through.”
My heart was exploding and at that moment I felt incredibly vulnerable and weak in the knees. Then she kissed me, deep and passionately. I grabbed her and we made out like teenagers, right there in front of the fishbowl. Then I heard a knock on the glass. Toilet was smiling from ear to ear and then started making gushing sounds while she clasped her hands in front of her heart. “You two are so cute!” she said with a turd sitting hilariously on top of her head.
We turned and both smiled at her. “Well you need to get going mister! Angela said they’re making preparations for you right now,” Lina said.
We walked together, holding hands. I was in love, and about to show that love in the most degrading way imaginable.
We approached a set of doors with the words “communal toilets” above. Both doors had a symbol for toilet but it wasn’t the regular symbol for toilet. Instead of male and female, the symbol on the first door showed a person standing and urinating into the mouth of another kneeling person. On the other door was another symbol of a person sitting on a toilet with a person lying underneath with their head positioned inside the bowl. It looked almost normal.
Another door opened and a woman dressed in a full latex catsuit approached. It seemed to be the standard uniform around here. She said “hi, I’m Daphne, the toilet attendant. And I’m guessing you’re John and Lina?”
Daphne was quite tall, and looked very strong. She had large, fake breasts, big hips and a trim waist. Her blond hair was tied back with a high ponytail. She had that Scandinavian look and wore minimal makeup. She also carried with her a riding crop, which is the first time I’d seen anyone at the Abbey carry any kind of punishment accessory. I wonder when she would be using that?
“Yes, that’s right. My boyfriend here would like to check in for use. Angela said you would be making preparations?”
“Yes, we are. And you’ll be with us all day it seems, that’s wonderful. Are you sure you’re up to it?” Daphne said.
“I’m committed and I’ll do my absolute best!” I said. My head was still swimming with emotion. I can’t believe Lina just called me her boyfriend!
“Well that’s wonderful. We often get toilet slaves coming here reluctantly, but this is a nice change. I heard you finished the steak tartare at dinner last night. I’m very impressed!” Daphne said.
“I did, it was a lot, but I managed,” I said.
“Yes, well, 12 hours here will not be easy! Following me please,” she said and turned to open the door to the room with the urinal symbol. As she turned I noticed her bare ass was exposed through her latex, just like the dinner and breakfast staff were. Things like this were beginning to lose their shock value.
Lina and I walked into the bathroom together, and what I saw did shock me. I saw 2 women kneeling along the wall, with their faces inserted into an opening at the base of the modified urinal. In this position a user could aim directly into their mouth or piss all over their face and it would collect at the bottom of the urinal so the toilet could consume once the piss began to build up. I was looking for Lexi and Tim but I didn’t see them. They must be in the other room I thought.
“Welcome to the urinal. Here both men and women can relieve themselves into thirsty toilet mouths. I’m here to provide the odd bit of encouragement, only when needed of course. All my toilets learn the ropes pretty quickly,” Daphne said, chucking to herself.
“Here, I always liked to give a demonstration when I can.” She unzipped the front of her catsuit to expose a clean shaven pussy. It wasn’t as beautiful as my girlfriend’s, but then again I’m biased.
Daphne stepped up to a urinal and the woman trapped in the urinal prepared herself as best she could. Her arms were bound behind her back and she was in a kneeling position so she shifted her weight to sit up straighter, opening her mouth wide as she could.
“Are you ready, toilet?” she asked. The lady said “uh huh” and tried to do a little nod. “OK, here we go,” and then her stream was released. Daphne was showing off. She sprayed everywhere and the woman was spurting and closing her eyes. The piss was rising in the urinal quickly, and I got a bit worried that Daphne was going too fast. I wanted to say something, but sensing my unease, Daphne said “once I finish she’ll start to drink it down very quickly. Watch.”
Sure enough, once the stream stopped the urinal started to drain down the poor lady’s throat. Once she was done, she gasped for breath and started to relax. After she caught her breath she said “thank you Miss Daphne, that was delicious,” she said without emphasis.
“You’re quite welcome Andrea,” said Daphne. Turning to us she continued, “and that’s all there is to it. In those stalls are 2 more toilets for ladies that wish to sit down. Feel free to poke fatih escort your head in.”
I opened a stall and saw a man’s face in the bottom of the toilet, it was Tim. He looked unwell. “Hi Tim, I was at the parlor game last night. How are you? I’m about to spend some time in here. You don’t look so great!” I said.
“I’ve never eaten more shit in my life! My dream has become my nightmare if you must know, but I’m getting through it. I’m so grateful to Miss Daphne for bringing me in here from the other side. I would leave now if I were you!” he said.
“Too late for that I’m afraid. I just hope I’m installed here and not next door.”
“I doubt you’ll be that lucky I’m afraid, but you never know,” Tim said. “If you head next door, tell Lexi I’m sorry, and that I love her! Tell her I never want to come back here again!”
“Will do. Stay strong!” I said and closed the door.
“So are these toilets for both men and women to use?” I asked Daphne.
“I see you met Tim! He’s done so well, but he did need a bit of encouragement. Only women may use the communal toilets, but men or women can both provide service,” said Daphie. “Shall we go next door? We’re preparing a stall for you over there.”
“Oh, so I’m not going to start in here then?” I said hopefully.
“No, we usually like to start new toilets in the full service room. Once they’ve had their fill, we will move them in here. Those 2 ladies there spent the last 24 hours next door. They’ve had plenty to eat,” she said and smiled at the ladies. Both women squirmed and were speechless, obviously quite embarrassed to be spoken about like this.
“Shall we?” Daphne said and motioned for us to head next door. There was a connecting passageway that led us to the adjacent room. This room looked like a regular row of stalls with toilets, but there was another passageway that went past the row of stalls. Presumably for us toilets to enter and exit. The 3 of us went into the main area by the basins.
“This is our full service room. Anissa here is the full service bathroom attendant. She helps our guests with whatever they need including providing oral, anal or vaginal sex services. Anissa, this is John and Lina. John is going to be put in stall number number 2.”
“Ah, pleased to meet you John! What a perfect name for a toilet,” she said smiling. “Sorry, you must get that all the time. I’m Anissa.” She stretched out her hand to shake mine.
“John, you’re about to ‘go under’, as we say down here. Before you do, can I offer any of my services? It would be my pleasure,” she said while giving me some sexy eyes.
“Ah, no, John won’t be needing that actually!” Lina chimed in. I was shocked, disappointed and then finally I came around to acceptance. I also realized I would probably have a terrible time here if my cock wasn’t pushing me to do the vile, disgusting things I was about to do.
“No problem Miss Lina. Perhaps I can help you out?” Offered Anissa in a submissive manner.
“Not unless you’d like to install yourself in number 2 over there?” Lina said, half serious.
“Oh, no, no, I don’t offer that service. Sorry, can’t help you there! Best I can do is maybe tongue your butt hole?” Anissa offered, clearly hoping Lina would say no.
“Maybe next time dear,” said Lina in a dismissive tone. I think I was witnessing a bit of jealousy on Lina’s part since Anissa was showing me a bit of interest.
“OK. Time to get in there John. Don’t mean to rush you along, but I’d love to be your first… customer, if you don’t mind?” said Lina sweetly. Then she kissed me on the cheek and said “thanks for doing this for me sweetheart!”
I smiled and gave her a big hug “please come visit me often!” I said.
“I will, baby. Of course. And let me remove that cock cage for you. I want you to have a good time here!” She took a key out of her pocket and gave it to me. I unlocked the device and it was such an amazing feeling. I handed it to her and she slipped it in her pocket. No doubt I’ll be wearing that again soon. But I realized that it might be a curse as my hands would be locked in place and my cock could get as hard as it liked, so there would be no release for me.
“OK, I need to move this along guys. I have another toilet arriving in a few minutes so we need to get you strapped in,” said Daphne.
Anissa was glad to wrap up the exchange as well and she brought me down the back passageway to stall number 2. She told me to take my clothes off, which I did. She explained that I would be laying down for 6 hours at a time. She connected my penis to a tube so I could urinate, she put a strap around my balls and there was a hole under my ass if I needed to take a shit. As soon as she touched my penis I became rock hard. She put some straps across my legs and chest, and then fixed my hands to the sides of the stretcher I was lying on. Then she pushed on a lever and the stretcher slid backward and my face was pressed gently into a silicone membrane that was on the bottom of the toilet. I looked up and realized I was looking up into a mirror, which I’m pretty sure was fixed to the underside of a toilet seat; my new prison for then next 6 hours at least. There was a small, low-wattage LED that was illuminated. I really don’t care to look at myself for that long.