Her Toilet

In this story, I don't want to go into detail about how it all started and why and how the circumstances were, it's just a short story. I'll also keep conversations and descriptions a little shorter.

The only important thing is that I naively believed that the more beautiful women were, the more they didn't leave anything smelling awful in the loo, in other words I seriously thought it wouldn't stink and nothing bad would come out like with us men. I'll leave that to one side.

I became more and more involved with the subject and the fetish and at some point I came to the conclusion that I wanted to try it out and was really horny to see what it was like to be turned into an object. I wanted to know what it was like to be used by a woman, as beautifully as possible, just like an object. Nothing to talk about, just something to be used. And I wanted to know if women really don't smell that strong in the toilet. I know that sounds stupid, but it wasn't any different.

I planned and pondered for a long time and then had my thoughts. I drew up plans for a toilet, for supplies and waste disposal, etc. etc. Everything was taken care of. Everything was taken care of, but one thing presented me with the biggest challenge. I had to find someone. A pretty lady who would really do it. I searched and pondered for a long time, tested and found Clarissa, an old ex-girlfriend of mine.

Without further ado, I wrote to her that I had a financial offer for her that I was sure would interest her.

The answer was not long in coming and after she was surprised that I was contacting her after such a long time, she took the bait and arranged a meeting for the next day.

Clarissa was one of those women who intimidated you just by looking at them, because they had a forbidding and dominant aura. She wore her hair feminine but short and looked more like a lesbian from a porn movie. She had normal breasts and a totally hot figure that she liked to show off. She always wore a lot of make-up, even though she didn't need it.

This was also the case on the day of the meeting. She was wearing a pair of light blue super-tight jeans that made my skin crawl when I saw them, a tight pink T-shirt and slippers. We went into her living room and after some small talk she suddenly asked about the offer and I laid all my cards face up on the table.

I offered her 20,000 euros to install my construction in her bathroom and let her use me as her toilet for a month. My face would be at the bottom of the toilet and when she flushed, everything would be washed off me. I wanted no mercy or consideration in the whole thing, I wanted to be like an object and I made that very clear to her. My care would be intravenous, I had taken care of that too, so I didn't have to drink or eat anything. The disposal was also taken care of and she could easily soften my vocal cords with an injection at the maintenance hatch so that I wouldn't be able to make a sound, which would give me no chance to moan. I had also brought her plans and pictures and after my long monologue came her somewhat angry reply:

"Are you actually stupid? To think that what comes out of me doesn't stink?" I somehow defended myself but still wanted to

"And have you thought about how bad that would be?"

I handed her the contract that was supposed to seal everything, including the fact that only she was allowed to be privy to it. Without waiting for my answer, she picked up the pen and I saw that her nails were really nicely done and her hands were really pretty for a craftswoman. As if she was doing something completely different herself.

"Fuck that. I'll do it for the money. You'll see how bad it gets and then you won't get out. You can have the whole month!" She signed and that was a week ago.

It was now Sunday afternoon. I had sent her to a small wellness farm for the time of the conversion and installation and everything in the bathroom was ready. There would be no difference, except that my face was clamped to the bottom of the toilet bowl.

She came home and greeted me dismissively and almost mockingly.

"Ready, haha?"

She was again wearing light-colored tight jeans with a black leather belt and a massive buckle. It turned me on so much and I wanted it now more than ever.

I said yes and we started before she emptied her bag etc. from the trip. Then I climbed into the construction, the toilet was practically folded away to the side. I strapped myself in tightly and connected everything, just as I put in the needles for the future injections and supplies myself. The one on my neck was of course the most uncomfortable. It took her a few minutes to help me, but at some point I was so tight that I couldn't move at all.

She then folded down the modified toilet bowl at my behest and out of my sight she then tightened all 4 massive screws that held the toilet in place. My head was immediately stuffed down a bit, but that was the right thing to do. There was only room under my chin so that I could open my jaw wider. I could at least still see her hair and then she was probably finished.

She stood up and towered extremely high above me. I saw her from far below and she picked up the package containing the injection and the bottle with the medication for my vocal cords.

"How much do I have to take for a month?" she asked, while I got really horny for her.

"10ml" I replied.

"Wow, that's enough for a whole month? I could paralyze your vocal chords for the next 10 years with this bottle?"

"Yes you could, but after 3 months they start to atrophy anyway and after 6 months they would be irreparably destroyed, so only 10ml please!"

She laughed briefly but I saw that she only drew 10ml into the device. It was a kind of syringe. Then she turned to me and stood almost wide-legged in front of and a little above the toilet and looked down at me.

I saw her face between her breasts and the belt buckle sticking out ominously. Clarissa didn't come down but spoke from high above.

"So you're really sure you want to do this? I'm going to give you one last chance. After that I'll inject you with the stuff and then there's no turning back and I guarantee you that after I've peed the first time you won't want to do it again, but then it's over. I won't show any consideration for you, on the contrary, I'll make sure it's very unpleasant!

Make up your mind!"

It was clear at the sight.

"I want to live out my dream and be your object!"

Then she bent down and injected the drug into my throat through a hidden access. I could feel the slight pressure build up in my throat where the cannula was and my vocal chords gave up the ghost in an instant. She didn't make a big ceremony out of it.

Then she stood up again, looked down at me disdainfully and simply let the toilet seat down.

only fall.

"Believe me, I'll make sure that you really regret it, what a

What a stupid idea you had!!!" Then she left the room, leaving the door open and the light on.

In the hour that followed, I slowly realized how boring it was actually going to be. She tidied around the apartment, put some of her cosmetics back in the bathroom cupboard and went about her life, while I had no choice but to do something here. It was still kind of hot and the excitement was there. Of course, I listened to her and heard how she eventually came to rest in the living room in front of the TV. While she was watching a women's series that I loathed, I kept looking at the lid of the toilet, far above me. It was really terribly boring and I began to doubt whether it was the right thing to do.

A few minutes passed and I heard the commercials start.

Without hearing her footsteps, the light came on again and the lid opened. She stopped in front of the toilet and fiddled with her belt buckle with a devastating look down at me. Her ass was so hot in her pants.

"Are you looking forward to it already? I'm going to enjoy destroying your dream and then watch you get angry about all this nonsense like nothing else and you'll curse it!" With that she turned around and I could still see her dream ass in her jeans, but they were quickly lifted, the pink panties too and her butt sank down onto her glasses. As soon as she sat down I smelled her scent, it was the scent of her sex and very hot. It can't be that bad, I thought to myself.

But then she started to piss and her stream hit my face completely unexpectedly. It hit me in the eyes, on the nose and on the lips and suddenly it wasn't so great any more. In fact, it was the exact opposite. The smell was just disgusting, like an old toilet where someone had pissed in it and it burned my eyes so badly that I had to squeeze them shut. It splashed and ran everywhere, even up my nose where it also burned unpleasantly and a drop ran down which was even worse.

At last it was over and I felt a piece of toilet paper come to rest on my chin. I blinked and saw her standing far above me. Clarissa grinned down at me.

"Did you like it? And does it smell like rose petals? Haha, you're such an idiot!"

She flushed with it and slammed the lid down. Her disgusting piss was washed away and after I got my breath back only a slight scent remained. I grimaced and really didn't want any more. All my imaginings collapsed like a house of cards and gave way to reality. CLICK, the light went out and I was in the dark.

Clarissa probably sat down in front of the TV again and I lay there with the aroma in my nose and a slight burning sensation on my face. I really hadn't imagined it to be like this at all. And as time went on, it became extremely boring. Nothing happened, nothing happened. Only the stupid programs were on and my totally fixed position made it uncomfortable at some point, because it wasn't nice to be completely motionless.

I was definitely soft-boiled after a few hours and wanted out again. It was really enough for me and if Clarissa got me off, I could inject myself with some kind of antidote and my vocal cords would be back to normal too. We would just forget everything and then it was fine.

I don't know what time it was, but she came back at some point. The toilet lid opened and she was still in her jeans. She stood there and finished her cigarette above me and just looked down at me. Somehow I tried to make myself understood with lip movements and my gaze. I signaled to her that I didn't want any more, but she continued to smoke with relish

and flicked the ashes into her ashtray. When she'd squeezed it out, she bent down to me with the filter in her hand.

"Open your mouth!" I refused, of course. I didn't want to eat her fag filter, what was she thinking?

I showed her again that I wanted out and tried to show her the words with my lips.

"I know you want out, but I'm not going to let you out. You can forget it and I'll use you as my toilet. Fag filters also end up in the toilet, that's what my shithouse is for, for my trash in the bathroom. You can put the filter in your mouth now or I'll tip it out.

Ashtray out on your face, the choice is yours!"

She held it out to me and after a brief hint of the ashtray, I opened my mouth. She dropped it immediately and laughed. I tasted the thing.

"Well, now you're getting what you've been looking forward to haha."

She pulled down her pants and her bottom sank down over me. She immediately farted and looked between her legs with amusement.

"Now there's not just the smell of rose petals, no, now you get the source of the great smell. Spaz. Why don't you open your mouth for me, that would make me happy. Then I can take a nice shit in your toilet mouth even if I don't have to much."

I was shocked at her pronunciation towards me and tried to call out and while I was doing that she started to piss so that I got some disgusting drops in my mouth. I spat them out but the taste remained. Immediately her urine spread like wild in the bowl and stung my eyes again.

I pinched them together and then felt something land on my mouth, which I squeezed shut. Shit! She actually pooped on my face. It was so disgusting that I immediately started gagging when I smelled the piece of shit up close. I had nothing in my stomach, so I was able to keep my mouth closed, otherwise it would have fallen into my mouth. She farted a few more times and laughed hard above me. In the meantime, I opened my eyes, gagging, and saw her.

"You can forget that it's going to be quick now, I'm not going to flush that quickly. I want you to enjoy it!" Then her legs closed and it got a little darker.

"I also like reading in the loo!" and then she was probably leafing through a magazine.

I shook inside as I was unable to do so on the outside and couldn't stop retching.

Oh man, why didn't she finally flush, she was done!

I lay there for ages, disgusted to the core, then she finally started to clean herself. She stood up and laughed at me with her pants still down. Clarissa lowered the toilet seat over me and then it happened, the flush.

But no, nothing like that. Terrified, I heard her clothes rustle and the shower turned on. I screamed inwardly in despair but I still had to endure the whole time she was showering. I smelled nothing but her shit and it wasn't getting any better. I also couldn't shake or move so that it fell to the side or anything.

After the shower, however, she rinsed without comment and left me alone again for longer. About an hour later, however late it was by then, she came back.

She sat over me to piss, then pulled up her sweatpants and washed up. She hadn't given me a glance, no attention, nothing. She used me cold as ice, no matter how I grimaced. She then left me for the night and I woke up to her pissing her bitter and strong smelling morning urine on my face. It was extremely foul smelling and stung my eyes even more. The reflex to scream was there, but I couldn't get my voice out. Above me she just smiled tiredly as she wiped herself dry afterwards and left me

to get ready in front of the mirror and then went to work. She had used me like a normal toilet again.

I hadn't been in here a whole day yet and just wanted to get out. The smell of urine hanging in the bowl seemed to get stronger and stronger and I just couldn't do anything. The day wasn't over and I was getting more and more desperate. Why was she being so mean to me? Or would she let me out and make such a fuss for just one day?

I lay alone with my thoughts for a long time, then finally the front door opened. Would she finally set me free? I heard her heels coming closer and then the light came on and she came into the room. Somehow I was now expecting the act of liberation.

Instead, she opened the lid, her hand with a glove on and an object in her hand came down to me.

"Open your mouth!" she said and in my confusion I stupidly obeyed. She stuck a metal clamp in my mouth which spread my jaw open powerfully. A mouth spreader! I tried to fight back again, but she kept opening my jaw wider and wider until it couldn't go any further and I could have squealed in pain.

She then took off her glove and laughed contemptuously at me. She threw it away and turned around in her jeans. The trousers were quickly unfastened and I realized what was happening.

Clarissa sat down and immediately started to piss. This nasty piss went everywhere and then filled my mouth. I could hear her laughing above me as she continued to piss.

"Well, I hope you like it, it's just like a toilet. You have to swallow it and I'll use you like a normal toilet!"

The lid slammed down and the flush did the rest. I started crying and was totally desperate. The evening passed like that, she made herself a delicious meal, watched TV, peed twice and didn't pay any more attention to me. It was no use and I had to drink her piss again and again. The night came and then the morning. She had overslept a little and so everything happened very quickly. She finished with me very quickly and left me alone to go to work.

After an eternally long day, she came back and her heels approached my prison ominously. This time, however, she paid attention to me and I was already looking forward to getting out.

"Then let's make sure you feel better," she asked me to my face. I would finally be released.

However, it didn't come out the way it was supposed to. She then held a kind of plastic screen or something similar in her hand and let the whole thing into the toilet. It was a torture machine built by her, just as I felt. A pipe went into my mouth and because I was so low, just at floor level, it actually worked. The pipe ran directly into my wide open mouth and ended at the mouth spreader, above which the pipe went a long way upwards, where it probably flowed into a catch basin that resembled a normal bowl. However, there was a spring-loaded construction under the outlet from above. So everything would run into my mouth and, as I realized later, the flushing caused the drain to close and the flushing water to be directed into the catch basin around the outside of the pipe. There it acted with its weight on a part in the pipe, which pushed down harder and harder due to the weight of the water and only released the mechanism when it reached the lowest point.

In short: only when everything was pressed into my mouth with the rinsing water weight and the mechanism reached the bottom was the rinsing water released and the tube opened upwards again. So the system always pushed everything down.

My field of vision became almost completely dark and I couldn't see anything up there. I checked what was going on and tried to scream again, although of course I couldn't, until Clarissa was finally finished.

The first thing I felt afterwards was her shit hitting the back of my throat. It was so disgusting that I had to gag again immediately. Less than two seconds later I heard her laugh a little and then it hit the back of my throat as she unloaded more down my throat. After a minute it was pushing so hard in my throat that I actually started swallowing involuntarily and she really took her time sitting up there, what a beast.

Half puking, I swallowed until at some point the flush was activated and everything was forced down my throat, slowly but with force. With my mouth wide open, I had no choice. Her footsteps faded away when everything was finally inside me and I could breathe properly again. The water from the flush drained next to my head and I was alone. The only light came through a few cracks at the edge of the insert that this she-devil had put in me and it was very dim. I felt so miserable, I had never eaten shit before and now I had eaten a huge pile.

The doorbell rang and she greeted a friend. The delicious smell of food quickly filled my nose, but what bothered me most was that she had a friend over even though I was here.

They both wore heels and were constantly walking around the apartment, so I was always afraid that this friend would come and use me.

But then the all-clear was given, they both walked to the door and I heard them say goodbye and wish each other a nice evening.

Then heels came up to me and I thought Clarissa would finally remove this cursed insert. But then Clarissa sat down on the toilet again. She couldn't have had much in her, she had completely emptied herself inside me earlier.

I listened because I was sure she was about to say something, but suddenly another thick piece of shit landed in my throat and I swallowed out of reflex, a few more sticky turds landed on top of it and then the next shock.

Above me, I heard the voice of the girlfriend who started talking to someone on the phone followed by a stream of urine. She took a miserably long time before she flushed and forced it all down my throat.

For whatever reason, this friend spent the whole evening in the apartment and used me cold as ice, as she probably didn't know anything about me either. She kept filling me up with her urine, which tasted anything but good. It must have been very late when Clarissa came back, used me normally too and then went to sleep.

Unfortunately, my situation didn't improve in the following days. Clarissa removed her insert the next day but she always pissed in my face and I still had to swallow and she always discharged her poo in such a way that I had to eat some of it. Of course I didn't get used to it and it was anything but what I wanted. Every time she came, I tried to make myself noticed somehow, even if it was just the look on her face, but she completely ignored it by now, even if she still had to grin when she saw me like that at first. So I really degenerated into the object that was her toilet. I only saw her briefly when she lifted or closed the lid, usually just her jeans ass and otherwise only what you could see underneath her when she relieved herself. What she had initially perceived as gloating had given way to pure boredom, she had actually gotten used to using me and ignoring the fact that I was a human being.

After about 2 weeks, the toilet insert came back into position above me for the first time and she had another visit. Unfortunately, she then forgot to take the insert out again for days and

When she finally took it out again, it was used again shortly afterwards. This time she cut her toenails over me and used the insert to make it fall into my mouth better. It went on and on, the days went by and she used me and let me use her and I had to swallow everything, even when her special days came, there was no consideration for me.

The days were getting so endlessly long and the uses more and more disgusting. I eagerly counted how often she went to work and estimated that we would soon be facing my release. Stupidly, that weekend the toilet was used again and I had to swallow a lot more from her and two or three other women, but then Sunday finally came. The month was over in my head.

Clarissa was alone that day and somehow she fiddled around with the toilet insert for a while. I also briefly smelled silicone. But she was probably just doing her toenails. With every noise she made that day, I expected my release to be imminent.

Once she came and sat over me because I could hear it very clearly. She pissed down my throat and when I swallowed I felt a pressure in my throat, just like the first day I was given the drug to paralyze my vocal cords. Was I just imagining it?

But I had to deal with the pee and so I got distracted again. Apparently the day went by and I hoped the next day would be the day of my release.

Instead of freeing me, however, the day began with her pooping herself inside me, getting ready and disappearing to work. I couldn't make sense of it, because it had actually worked out. 4 weeks and the weekend, the last one, were over.

Why hadn't she freed me?

After a day made even longer by these considerations, she came back in the evening with a friend and I was used by both of them without even the slightest hint of attention or explanation.

The next day, too, the morning toilet started the day, she got ready and disappeared back to work.

It went on like this all week and I was sure I hadn't miscalculated. I expected to be released at any time.

These events took place 7 years and about 9 months ago. Since then, Clarissa has never said another word to me or shown me any kind of consideration. She had really turned me into her absolute object and never stopped. I never found out exactly what she did to me or why but I strangely survived it, as much as I wished I was dead. Just everyone in the apartment used me and I had to swallow everything, family, friends or acquaintances, nothing was spared and there was just no signal from her. My mind is completely atrophied and just now I had to listen to an apartment viewing for two students. Clarissa showed them the apartment and was obviously planning to move out....