I edited this stuff all down into a little “greatest hits”, and then sent it to Leslie, letting her know that she was the only one who could stop me sending it to their dad and to two of the frat houses at Kate’s University.

Quickly she recognized a bathroom. Beside her, a man’s urinal was installed in the wall. She couldn’t move her head, but she could feel how she was bound. Her arms, still forced high up her back, had been clamped to the wall behind her, keeping her near the floor. She could feel two new dildos forced inside her and, as she tried to shift her lower body, realized that they where fixed to the floor and she was spiked onto them. Her knees where strapped wide open, her ankles where strapped to her upper thighs.

Well, at least she wasn’t on her toes. Her head had been strapped back again, the new head harness bending her neck harshly back. Something strange filled her mouth and she could feel something down her throat as well. As she tried to breath, she quickly realized she could only breathe through her nose. Before she could truly understand her predicament, she saw her Master enter the room.

“I see you’re awake now.” He was angry, far angrier than she had ever seen. A shiver of true fear ran down her back. “You really made a mistake. Do you know how embarrassing it was to apologize to all my guests? You should be better trained than that.” He leaned over in front of her and grabbed her left nipple rod, twisting it harshly. Corey’s eyes watered as a gurgle escaped her throat. “Well, I won’t take any chances with you now. For the next four weeks you will be my toilet slave.”

Corey panicked. She was in a bathroom, tied in a position beside a man’s urinal. Did this mean…

“I hope you enjoy surviving on urine and shit, because that’s what your purpose in life will be for the next month. This is a bathroom in a friend’s dungeon. They have parties here every night and quite a lot through the day. You should have plenty of customers. I’ll see you in a month.”

Corey tried to struggle, to escape this horrible twist. She had been ok with the humiliation, the pain and torture, the body piercings and the sexual servitude. She had never imagined she would be forced to be an actual toilet. Corey didn’t even know that such a thing could happen. The thought of being used for people’s waste was revolting to her.

She was scared to death and, in her panic, released her bladder. A catheter inserted in her had been designed to pump her own urine into the large clear basin that had been positioned over her face. A large funnel led from the basin into her mouth. As the tube deposited her own urine into her mouth, another tube locked into her throat prevented her from doing anything other than swallowing. Rubber wedges had been forced between her teeth, holding her mouth wide open. The result was her mouth as a reservoir for anything deposited into the basin above her, including her own excretions. As her own urine filled her mouth and she was forced to swallow it, tears began flowing from her eyes.

Three days had passed and Corey had been unable to move an inch. A servant arrived almost hourly to wrench her bonds tighter. She knew now that not just straps bound her body, but steel bands riveted to the wall and floor. She would never be able to move again until the steel rivets where cut away. She had lost count of the number of men and women who had defecated or urinated into her basin. At first she had to fight the incredible urge to vomit as she felt her mouth filling with warm shit. She tried to scream before the partygoers relieved themselves, hoping to gain some sympathy. Instead they often smiled at the whimper that escaped her throat, and then tried even harder to fill the basin, forcing her to take more than the typical mouthful. Corey had even lost the ability to cry. She knew now that she had fallen to the lowest level possible. Not even treated as an animal, now she was just a receptacle for a series of strangers.

It was a vicious cycle. Often, after a big party night, the waste of the guests would distend her stomach. She had consumed everything from plain urine to diarrhea. In the middle of the night, after the last guest had urinated, she would urinate or defecate herself, feeling her own waste products pumped back up into the basin and into her mouth.

It was at these times she felt she wanted to die. But she could not do anything except swallow her own feces again.

Once upon a time, back when the net was new and I was new to it, I flew out to meet this cunt.

(I know, Me travel to meet a slut? Shrugs, what can I say. I was still wet behind the ears to the whore net thing and was still fine-tuning My game)

I gave her very explicit instruction for how to meet me at the airport.

(Note that this was in the pre 9/11 days before airport security went nuts)

-Wear fishnet stockings and a leather corset. 

-Short leather skirt. High black leather boots.

-Cuffs on ankles and wrists.

-Heavy collar on the neck, one that read “whore”

-No bra. No panties.

-Heavy clamps on nips and cunt lips.

-Spiked plugs in snatch and ass.

I got off the plane and she was waiting, dressed as directed. Following orders, as I neared she knelt, displaying all her assets for the airport to see, and handed me a leash.

I hooked that puppy through the collar ring and also her tongue and led the gash out of the airport.

People were fucking flipping. Stopping, pointing, laughing at the sow. The whore was trying to hide her face under her hair the whole way, small sobs coming out from beneath.

We got to her car and I took the keys. On the way home, the gash blew Me while I taught it what I like. By the time we got to her house, her hair and makeup were ruined, the pig had a load of cum in her belly and another all over hear fucking ugly face, two black eyes and a split lip.

My oh my, how the neighbors stared.

For all you sick fucks out there-here’s a real twisty one.

Save all the piss in the house for a while, until you have enough to submerge a rawhide leather hood (use one of the hoods you have to lace around the neck for best results). Then soak said hood in the piss for a few days, continuously adding urine, until the leather is completely inundated.

Chain the bitch down. You’re going to need to. Trust me here.

Put on some dishwashing type gloves. You’re going to need to. Trust me here.

Then shit in the hood and slap it on the gash while the feces is still steaming.

Pull the hood super tight so that your shit falls around its whore face, in its eyes, caking the hair the twat is so proud of. And of course the crap is mixing with the piss that the hoods been soaked in, getting all runny, getting everywhere in its face.

All the while the piss burns the skin, the eyes, it’s everywhere and the bitch finds herself lost and adrift in the darkness and silence of human toilet world.

Now, this may seem bad, but its nothing compared to what’s going to happen. That’s why you use the iron hood as well.

As the shit dries, it’s going to fill the meats nostrils, cover it entire face in a film of filth. Like mud after a rain. A layer of sedimentary shit like an eight layer of skin.

But the piss, ooooh, the wonderful wonderful piss. As that dries, the hood is going to dry too. And we all know what happens to rawhide then, right?

Shrinkage.

That’s right. The hood will become an ever tightening prison, pulling tighter and tighter with each passing hour. And those cords used to tie the neck, remember them from way up there where you started wanking, yeah-they are going to ever so slowly strangle the fuckhole as the rawhide tightens and each breath becomes a fight for existence, an opportunity to fight for the very nextshit covered piss smelling fecally immersed breath that’s all it ever deserved and all it should ever get.

The lower gum is inked “Cuntlicker”

In a few minutes its status as a full service toilet is going to be advertised on its lips.

Long rubber boots. Seven inch slitettos. Sized two sizes too small and as thin as possible. Far to small for her feet. And the punishment panties.

Latex cut for a smaller girl. Bited into the flesh, magnifies the pain of each of the blows I gave her. The interior of the late is lined with heavy grit sandpaper and itching power Twelve inches of dildo coated in horsehair bristle fill the cunt.The pepper oil it was soaked in is like a flamethrower in her belly. Each labia is held in place with ten pound needle clamps, locking the dildo in. Four inch wide, ten inch long spiked pear up the ass. Battery powered to carry current and heat.

Today its horsepiss mixed with slut shit.