A toilet slave for one night
A toilet slave is a very humble device, but it is also very intimate. We spend some of our most private moments on toilets, and in that sense, being allowed to be someone’s toilet slave is a kind of privilege.
The story of an overnight toilet slave in his own words:
Ten or twenty minutes in, and I am expecting the Mistress to return to me any minute now to play with my nipples or abuse me in some other devious way. I am lying on the bed in a tight rubber ‘sleeping bag’, with steel chains and padlocks restricting my every move. A hood covers my entire head, leaving only a few small breathing holes for my nose and mouth. A pair of headphones cancel out most of the noise, and I have no idea what is going on around me. This is sensory deprivation, whereby the outside world is completely locked out. “I think, therefore I am” wrote the French pilosopher René Descartes, but the famous phrase takes on a whole new meaning when thinking really becomes the very essence of being!
Of course I know that this is a game, and that very soon I shall be released. But then it dawns on me: this session is different from any BDSM session I have experienced before. In the past I have only ever taken part in sessions of a few hours at most, but this time round we have all night. And it is only seven thirty in the evening. When Mistress Evilyne told me she wasn’t sure how long she was going to leave me in this state I thought she was teasing me, but on second thoughts she might have been dead serious. For all I know I might be tied up like this, like a delicious French sausage, for the next four, six or eight hours!
It takes time to lose all sense of time, and Mistress Evilyne is clearly giving me that time. After a while I have lost any idea of how long I have been inside the rubber bag, but I am certain that it is way more than ten or twenty minutes. An hour? Two hours? Who knows? Finally I sense some movement on the bed, and an instant later the Mistress is sitting on top of me. I cannot see her, but I can feel her pushing my mouth against her smooth pussy and starting to piss. The warm juice is remarkably refreshing. Is it because the inside of the bag is getting quite hot and sweaty? Or is it just a welcome distraction from the rather ‘uneventful’ state I am in? Whatever the reason, at that moment Mistress Evilyne’s piss is a match for some of the very best wines.
And it turns out to be the first of many such drinks that night. Eventually I do make it out of the rubber bag of course, and after a number of other intensive BDSM activities, it is the middle of the night, and time for the Mistress to go to bed. Before she does so, I am told to lie down on the hard floor, and I have my wrists cuffed and chained to my ankles. My head is put in a toilet box. For the rest of the night, I am to be Mistress Evilyne’s toilet slave. To bring home that point, she has a last pee into my mouth and over my face. She then covers the toilet box with cling film, to keep the smell of her urine inside the box (and inside my nose). After that, she turns down the lights and goes to sleep.
I am alone with my thoughts again, but it is different now. Although the chains on my wrists and ankles do restrict my movement, I am able to shift my body around a bit and find a somewhat comfortable position. I am no longer worrying how long she will keep me in this situation. And there is no sensory deprivation now. In fact it is all about tasting and smelling the Mistress’ urine. I never thought I would get so excited about this, but I am actually enjoying being a toilet slave. A toilet is a very humble device, but it is also very intimate. We spend some of our most private moments on toilets, and in that sense, being allowed to be someone’s toilet slave is a kind of privilege.Throughout the night, the Mistress comes out to use her toilet slave several times, and by the time she gets up, her piss is everywhere: in my mouth, in my nose, in my eyes and in my hair. I am completely covered in her juices, and, to my own surprise, loving it. The final treat for the humble toilet slave comes when Mistress Evilyne announces that, after she gets up in the morning, she always has to shit. Before she does so, she wants to have her asshole stimulated, and to do so she lowers the toilet seat so that I can reach her with my tongue. I start licking her, very gently at first. From above my head I hear the Mistress’ approval of my work, and her encouragements to push my tongue deeper into her. It is hard work, but there is no happier sensation than the taste of a beautiful mistress on the tongue. I am loving every second of it. And whilst I had previously been scared of being shat on, I now cannot wait for the poo to come out. And out it comes. Little bits at first, which I dutifully lick up with my tongue and swallow. And then a whole mouthful. It makes me retch, and I cannot get myself to swallow it, but the experience is strangely delightful.
They say that the journey is more important than the destination, and whilst the acts of receiving the Mistress’ piss and shit are great moments, it is the waiting for those acts, locked up in chains on the hard floor and with my head in a toilet box, that makes it so worthwhile. The toilet slave duties are only some of all the activities that take place during this overnight stay with Mistress Evilyne, and there is much more to write home about, but the privilege of being her toilet slave has really given me an unexpected sense of fulfilment.
An overnight stay with a dominatrix is a luxury, and can cost quite a bit of money. But what I have learned, apart from being a toilet slave, is that it is BDSM on a totally different level than a one or two hour session with a bit of spanking and a little tie & tease. This is where mistress and sub can really push the boundaries of how far they can travel together. It is an exhausting but also spectacularly gratifying trip. Mistress Evilyne is one of the best guides you could wish for on such a journey.