Of Poo and Men

Now that I am back in Central London, and that My diary is filling up faster and faster, barely a day goes by when I don’t use a man as My toilet. I am

so close to reaching My ultimate goal: that of only ever using human slaves as My toilets and never again having to sit on a cold, hard porcelain receptacle.

I have now used hundreds of toilet slaves (yes, there really are that many of you), every one of them is as unique as the shit that they consume. Some are afraid, some excited. Some struggle, some eat with glee. Old, young, white and black, it makes no difference. One thing stronger than any other brings them together. They know their place is under My arse, consuming My divine waste.

If you are reading this, chances are that you fantasise about being a human toilet yourself. Maybe you prowl the internet for videos of men being used as such by dominant Women, maybe you read erotica, maybe you hide from your wife, locking yourself into the bathroom to play with your shit… How long have you thought about toilet slavery? How many months or years has it been since the first time that your cock got hard at the idea of consuming shit? How often do you find yourself thinking about it in the middle of the day? Do you feel guilt or self loathing after jerking off to the thought of being used as a toilet by a Lady such as Myself?

I want you to take a hard look at yourself. Don’t be scared. If you feel guilt or self loathing, just let yourself feel it. While you are feeling it, take pen to paper and start to write. Write the emotions and physical sensations that you feel, write about memories that come up when you are prey to these emotions. Keep on writing. Let it become a stream of consciousness. Go with your pen wherever it takes you. You will most likely find that your disgust at your own kink comes from fear of judgement, or fear of the taboo, more than anything else. A lot of the time, when we hold ourselves back, it is because of nothing more than our own fear of the outer world.

I’ll let you into a secret: You are safe with Me. Nobody will ever know that you visit Me. What happens in My playspace is sacred between you and Me. My goal is to show you how amazing toilet slavery can be. I am here to help you achieve something that you have pined after for a very long time. You can see Me as your own little secret, to be indulged in like one might indulge in a sneaky cigarette. When you serve as My toilet, you do so within the inner sanctum. When you walk back out into daylight, you are just a normal person again. No smell will stick to you, nobody will know what you and I did, except you and I. We can both smile about it, remembering with fondness that amazing moment of intimacy that we shared, secure in the knowledge that it’s our little secret. Something special that bonds us in a way that very few people would ever understand, in a way that nobody need know about.