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Time Wasters / Richard Wants To Save Us FinDoms!
« on: November 30, 2020, 11:54:45 PM »
This was good for a chuckle...

I got an application from "Richard" who wanted to know how he could serve me and I replied, but then he replied back saying that I was taking advantage of "mentally ill men" and how no man in his right mind would want this and I should get help to release the good girl inside me.

Awwwwww....Richard wants to SAVE us poor souls from the wicked life we lead! He doesn't seem to understand the concept of consent & fetishes and how a great match can work out for everyone. His world is only black & white. Maybe we can save HIM??

Feel free to suggest help for him at richardx007@hotmail.co.uk

I think he's secretly hiding a sad little boy inside who just wanted my Domme girl to come out and play with him....maybe??

I'll let you all know if I find out....
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Scatological And Other Smelly Bits / First Teen Squirting
« on: January 21, 2014, 01:52:19 AM »
Yes, you sex crazed fuck ups...
I am a squirter...
I found this out at an early age.
My boyfriend and I was having some fun in the basement... On his parents couch... One thing led to another and that's when things got... MESSY!!
Here's the story below!

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As I had become more familiar and experienced with my body, I had noticed new and more frequent sensations that I wasn’t quite sure how to overcome. I had tried several techniques to alleviate this unfamiliar pressure that I was feeling.
 
This pressure made feel like I was going to pee myself. In my mind at the time, this was confusing because I knew that I didn’t need to go to the bathroom due to relieving myself prior to pleasuring… I couldn’t comprehend why I was experiencing this sensation, or how it could be possible.
 
I enjoyed masturbating then just as much as what I do now, but it had taken me several experiences over the years to understand what a “Squirter” is, and how it’s done successfully without being embarrassed over it. Now I am a proud “Squirter” when it happens, and has been for quite some time.
 
I was in my teens when I had figured it out. My boyfriend of two and a half years, helped me work with this bizarre quarry, as him and I were quite sexually compatible. We both loved the public scene, equally open minded, willing to try new things, plus he loved the fact that I may be a “Squirter”. He wanted to witness this event himself, as he never had the opportunity in the past.
 
He and I, late one evening, started making out on the couch; kissing and mauling each other. We were so into one another that it didn’t take long for us to get into heavy foreplay. I loved it when he would twist and suck on my hard nipples, while reaching down my pants to rub my bud. It was such an invigorating feeling; almost euphoric…
 
My pants would slowly work their way down to my ankles, only to quickly find a place elsewhere on the floor. As he would kiss and bite at my neck, my toes and fingers would curl, creating a scream inside my head that was trapped deep in my stomach. The more he had rubbed me, kissed me, and bit me; the more intense this sensation would present itself.
 
The throbbing of my clit was enough to nearly make me go insane with pleasure. I was so wet I didn’t know what to do with myself. All I knew, at that point and time, this pressure… this tension… had to give way, or I was going to blow my top.
 
By this time I was completely naked on the couch. My hair was no longer in the ponytail it once was, as he was pulling it a short time before. I had overtaken playing with my breasts as he had begun kissing my stomach, scratching my inner thighs while rubbing my calves.
 
Lifting my one foot up to his chest, he had taken hold of my ankle with his hand. As he ran his thumbnail up the sole of my foot, he was studying and kissing my arch. I kept wiggling my toes, praying he’d open up to let them in. Slowly he slipped my long toes into his mouth while working his tongue around them; nibbling the tips as he went along. It was absolutely delightful.
 
Once he got finished with my beautiful feet, he leisurely kissed his way up to my flower pot. At this time the stimulation was so powerful, and so great that I was afraid of what might happen next. I was trembling inside and out.
 
There he was… On his knees… His face buried deep on my pussy. It felt amazing every time his tongue would flick and rub against my bud. It would send shocks up my spine.  His magic fingers would thrust in and out with such force; I would pulsate over and over again… I began to have that queried sensation, like I was going to pee myself….
 
I was just barely able to get the words out of my mouth, telling him that I was having the sensation… He clarified quickly, just to make sure…
 
He submerged those fingers deep inside me, while moving them around fiercely. He watched intensely… Oh my God! I was going to squirt fully for the first time!
 
I relaxed to allow the tension release.
 
I let out a scream so loud that the pillow I held over my face couldn’t conceal the thunderous shrill of excitement and pleasure that I was letting out. The forceful stream came out so fast that he didn’t pull his face away quick enough, as the river landed right in his mouth, covering his goatee.
 
The liquid continued to spurt out, as those fingers worked their repetitive motions. I couldn’t moan, let alone speak at that very moment. I wasn’t even acknowledging my own existence. I laid on the couch, oblivious to the world, completely satisfied. About ten minutes later, I started to come around; becoming aware of everything around me… Then I had seen it all… He was amazed, but also very busy cleaning up my mess, as the one cushion on the couch was soaked, and the carpet was drenched… Even the old coffee table got some of the juice too…
 
I was embarrassed at the time, for it was the first time I actually squirted….   But… MAN!!! It was fuckin’ great! My boyfriend was absolutely intrigued by it, and loved every minute of it…. And let’s just say… It wasn’t the last time either…

This was originally posted by me on a phonesex blog:
http://phonesex.xlogz.com/
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General Femdom Posts / Peeing Slave Girl
« on: January 21, 2014, 01:44:55 AM »
Here is an experience I had a year or so ago:

As most days go by in my life, I get a wide variety of urges to show certain things or perform particular acts in public places. Some are not sexual urges, but most are very sexual urges.
 
These urges have a tendency to over stimulate my thoughts making my judgement often extremely clouded… It’s all that I think about.
 
I enjoy flashing, mooning, having sex/foreplay, urinating, and masturbating in public places.
 
My female slave (we meet up couple times a month) becomes embarrassed by this, as I order her to pee herself in public when she asks me if she can go to the
 bathroom…
 
Whether she wears jeans or a skirt, I get extremely wet when she’s just standing there with her ass front of me, and I see the warm urine trickling down her legs…
 
I am an ass girl… I love them!
 
Last year my slave and I went to the local beach. There were people all around us. She asked my permission to go to the washroom to pee. My sudden urge had begun that day.
 
I took her by the hand and led her to a nice little spot where there seemed to have a few people around that could easily see us without much trouble. I started tingling immediately.
 
I told her to pull down her snug yellow booty shorts and demanded for her bend over. I could tell she was reluctant in doing this task because she blushed, and shied away. I walked over closer to her, grabbed her by the hair firmly. I had to remind her, while whispering in her ear, that this wasn’t a question. She gave way to the hesitation.
 
I leaned against my yellow Porsche watching her as she bent over pulling the shorts down to her knees, showing that beautiful ass of hers to the world. She kept her hands wrapped around her ankles for the first couple minutes, reassuring herself that I was getting a good close look at what was in front of me. Her hands slowly rubbed up her
 legs. I could see that she was still quite nervous and she looked at me in such a way that she wasn’t sure what to do next…
 
I directed her to spread her ass and to keep it there… As she did just that, I walked over closer. As I was gently caressing her nice, soft cheeks, I leaned down and kissed them. I was so wet I could hardly contain it. I looked over to the right of me, and there was a couple taking pictures of the ocean above us on the rocks. All they would have to do is look down…. As soon as I noticed that, I throbbed more and I couldn’t help myself but to play with her nice tight hole.
 
As she was bent right over, her head was practically to her knees with her shorts down to her ankles now, still spreading her cheeks. I kept kissing, licking and rubbing her tight ass telling her what a good slave she was, spanking it occasionally. I could feel her knees getting weak, and I could hear the little moans dwelling within her body. She was definitely oblivious to the old man going by walking his two dogs.
 
I knew that now was the time….
 
I ordered her to urinate right then and there, as I was fingering her ass at that time. Her tiny moans stopped. She hesitated… She wasn’t quite sure of what to make of this command, as she had never urinated with fingers up her bum. I spanked her ass hard, the slap was loud, but not enough to hear over the ocean waves, so I kept spanking her until she had enough…
 
The both of us were definitely in reach of being in the public’s eye. At that very moment, as I was spanking her firm ass, and with my fingers still inside it, she let the flood go. The urine gushed out. Running down her legs, and wetting her shorts which were lying at her ankles. She let out a moan that attracted many of the ears and eyes, as some of the people were looking around trying to find the source of the deep sensual sounds.
 
A few of the people did see us after that moment. Some people stared, others just kept walking… As we finished and she became more aware of her surroundings, pulling her very wet shorts up, she became embarrassed over the acts she just participated in….
 
But then she looked at me after it was over… Seen the smile and satisfaction on my face… She wanted to do it again.
 
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Other Fetishes / First Time Lesbian Experience
« on: January 21, 2014, 01:38:28 AM »
My curiosity of being with another girl began at a very young age… Before my first period in fact.
 
I would deliberately sneak into my brother’s room to take a peek at his latest skin mag, desperately wanting to absorb all the beautiful spread out positions in my brain.
 
I was addicted, and couldn’t get enough of looking at their bodies in its entirety.
 
The smooth skin, filled out lips, long silky hair, legs that could go for miles, ample breasts with nipples so hard I wanted feel them in my mouth to know what they would feel like.
 
After the first time I masturbated to one of the sexy girls in my head, I quickly got into tasting my juices because I had wondered what it tasted like, wondering if the girls that I was yearning over tasted the same as myself. I thoroughly enjoyed licking my fingers clean every time I felt the overwhelming urge to touch myself, cumming almost instantly.
 
When I turned the young age of 15 I had my first make out session with a friend of mine, who also was bi-curious the same as myself. I wasn’t sexually attracted to her, but it was a nice experience… At a party, sitting on the couch we started exploring a little bit by touching each others faces, playing with our hair, caressing each others breasts, while gently kissing on the lips. It was a very invigorating experience. We didn’t go all the way that night, but I knew then that I was definitely bisexual.
 
The next few years after that, I would just observe other girls… Sometimes loathing over them, wanting another experience with them, role playing different scenarios in my very creative imagination, until I turned 19…
 
A good friend of mine at the time use to party a lot together. One night at my uncle’s place, we were dancing in his living room. He was never there, as he would go hunting back at his camp. We began grinding together to the music, which was the usual anyway… But to my surprise, I noticed she was getting turned on by these actions. I took advantage of this moment without even thinking…
 
I kissed her immediately after I took notice of her new found interest. Brushing the hair from her face, pulling her close to me. Her long nails scratched on my neck and ears, pulling on my earlobes. I worked my hands up her shirt, twisting her nipples ever so gently… She moaned with excitement.
 
Grazing her nails down my back as she was taking my shirt and bra off…. My god, how I loved those nails…
 
Her skin tasted so sweet as I licked my way down to her hairline. It was then I knew what other girls truly tasted like. She was similar tasting, compared with myself, but the consistency, and texture was more syrupy…. Nice and moist. I couldn’t believe how wet she was… I couldn’t believe that she was that excited over me!
 
Afterwards we laid beside one another for a while talking about how we had surprised ourselves with the forbidden acts which we had just finished, and how we both shared the same interest in doing it again. And so we did a while later…
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Other Fetishes / First Time Masturbation
« on: January 21, 2014, 01:33:53 AM »
Here is another one of my stories posted on my phone sex blog:

Last night I laid wake until the early hours in the morning pondering to myself what it would be like having a grown man beside me, caressing every inch of my soft, young skin…
 
I just turned 18 last week and I’m in college.
 
While seeing all of my friends having fun going to parties, I have become addicted to eavesdropping on their hot conversations while doing my homework. I can’t seem to help it! My curiousity about these sexual acts that I’m hearing about becomes peeked … Because of this, I find it becoming increasingly difficult to focus on my studies due to feeling the pressure building up between my long, smooth, beautiful legs. So much so, I feel my toes curling in my socks.
 
As I pondered to myself last night…
 
By myself, with no man beside me…
 
I thought I would explore my body for the first time, to perhaps ease this overwhelming compression which was dwelling within me.
 
I closed my eyes and imagined the man that I absolutley adored… My college professor.
 
My lips felt plump, and delicate. My skin was so soft and smooth. I was amazed by the size of my supple breasts, as the last time I truly paid attention to them, they weren’t nearly this size. The feeling I felt down below when I had gently pinched my nipples, and rubbing them was astounding. It felt like something trickled out of me….
 
As I lightly moved my fingers passed my naval, I had a compelling feeling to keep going lower… and lower, until finally I reached my little patch of hair. I played with my pubic hair for a little while to get use to the idea of the area that I was about to explore… I was unsure if I should actually go all the way with this or not as this was something I had never done. I couldn’t stop my self! This feeling had over taken my body. I had to release this trapped pressure that has built up deep inside.
 
As I had spread myself with my fingers, they already had automatically begun rubbing with out any hesitation, I couldn’t get over how moist and wet it was, The sensation was insurmountable and incredible. My fingers had gone deep inside, in and out, then grazing my little bud making me moan and quiver all over. I have never experinced anything like that before in my life.
 
As I kept cumming, I literally clung onto my breasts, and down below hoping that this would ease what I’ve been longing for….
 
I woke up this morning and went to my classes.
 
My friends all went out last night.
 
They are sitting around chatting up a storm about the party they went to.
 
I’m eavesdropping over their hot conversations…
 
The pressure is building….
 
 Tonight I think I’ll need your help….
 
Please… Help me release this pressure… I’m begging you…
 
Call me!
 
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Just A Bit Of Humor / Need To Go To The Bathroom?
« on: January 10, 2014, 06:28:49 PM »
For some of my worthless runts, they have to pay for the privilege to go to the thrown...
Need release the pressure pigs? Pay first, then go later... Ensure you squeeze out every penny you paid for!!



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Just A Bit Of Humor / Minion Pig
« on: January 09, 2014, 05:18:39 PM »
This was sent to me by one of my minions. Take note its a calendar...LOL
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Just A Bit Of Humor / Messy Pig
« on: January 09, 2014, 05:19:17 AM »
This is a picture I had taken of part of the restaurant's menu...
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HUMILIATION CORNER / Petey The Pathetic Piglet
« on: October 22, 2013, 02:03:18 AM »
The Pay Pig Of The Month is a great title to have.
This pathetic wanker maintains the title, and probably will continue to do so as he truly holds a gift of wanting to be financially dominated while being publicly humiliated.
He knows and loves how I think nothing of plastering his face all over the internet world.
It makes him coming back for more each time we get together online.
I just put him on youtube today, and by doing so, it makes me smile proudly as I have made my mark!
I hold no boundaries to those that yearn for real public humiliation!!
Bring it on!!
Let's Play!



Visit Petey The Pathetic Piglet HERE, or read about Cock Whore Petey (Part 2) HERE to learn more!!
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Entertainment (Movies, Music. Etc) / Horror Movies Based On Common Sense
« on: October 17, 2013, 02:58:55 PM »
I am a HUGE fan of Horror, Suspense, and Thriller movies, however I have often wondered about the intelligence of the characters.
Such as asking these questions....
Why would you go up the stairs, instead of getting the fuck out of the house?
Are you seriously going to open that door?
What the hell are you doing?

This video clip is a trailer based just on common sense...
Hold on to your seats...
You're in for one heck of a ride...lol

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Religion / Philosophical Discussions Surrounding Religion
« on: October 17, 2013, 01:21:59 PM »
I stumbled upon this on Tumblr.
I thought it was intriguing, as I find these types of conversations very interesting and can become highly debatable. With as many individuals out there in this world; there are just as many opinions, thoughts, and "moral" stand points.
Tell us your thoughts on this clip...



What's your philosophy on humanity?
Does it impact your religious beliefs?
If so, why? And if not... Explain!


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HUMILIATION CORNER / Pleasing Pest
« on: October 16, 2013, 06:30:22 PM »

This little thought goes out to one of my financial fuck ups.
He is only allowed to shave, shower and wank once a week (Thursdays).
I haven't begun posting anything on him on my site yet, but OOOOHHH It's coming soon!!!


Poor poor pityful pest...
Stinking so badly
I love to confess!

Cry cry tear tear,
You smell and stink
I smile and cheer!!

Gawd!!! Your really not fit!!
You hang your head.
Don't give a shit!

Need a shave and a shower?
I have the control...
I have the power...

Feel the pressure deep with in
You can't contain it, you can't win.
You're wanting to touch it, day by day,
You must ask permission, and you must pay...

Every Thursday you will find
this day is going to be one of a kind.
For any other day, you will endure
the growing stench, and toxins galore.

So glad we get to play
I enjoy this game
With out delay
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HUMILIATION CORNER / Here's The Rules Queens and Queers!
« on: October 16, 2013, 06:15:43 PM »
HUMILIATION CORNER

Here's how this works.
THIS SECTION IS FOR DOMMES TO POST ONLY!!!
The one exception is if the slave has permission to comment, OR if they are commenting on a thread about their own sessions.

If a Mistress should decide to order her slave to create a thread themselves furthering their humiliation, then you need to comment on that thread saying this and/or PM yours truly to give me a heads up. You don't want to put in all kinds of work, just for it to be deleted!!
So, you need to let me know!

It is mandatory that you have a write up about the experiences you're showing us.
I enjoy reading and laughing about some other poor bastards endeavors, and envisioning their pain and suffering gives me the gratification I need to move on with my day.

IMAGE POSTING RULES: Do NOT post pornographic images!!! Show us your sub in a humiliating and embarrasing situation or position ONLY. Maybe showing his frilly underwear in public, or your name written all over his ugly head. This is NOT the place to show gaping holes and saggy old balls. Put that kind of stuff on your own site and put a link to it in your thread. Oh, and make sure your "models" are 18+, obviously.

Promote your own site with your story by sharing!
Just make sure you have a good description of what the session is about.
I do NOT want to come on here and see just a couple of sentences with a link to your site.
I want to see that YOU are SELLING IT!!
Bring forward your creativity.

It's important for others (slaves and Mistresses) to see this, as this shows off much of the qualities the slaves are looking for in a Mistress!
They want to know how YOU RUN YOUR STOMPING GROUND!
This is an opportunity to MARK YOUR TERRITORY!!

Have fun, learn and explore!
Let's Play!
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Financial Domination Discussion / Confessions And Consensual Blackmail
« on: October 13, 2013, 07:01:45 PM »
Confessions and Consensual Blackmail is an interesting part of the Financial Domination fetish.
For the FinDom it's about having the ultimate experience of having FULL CONTROL of some pathetic pompous ass, because for whatever reason, they do NOT want that control over their own lives.

Most of the Consentual Blackmail submissives provide you with credit cards for you to use as leverage. Other's provide you with phone numbers, addresses and such. I prefer having as much information on the fucking loser as possible.

With any of my regular paypigs, I love being able to send them texts, write through email and/or, and send little gifts through the mail (at their expense of course). Doing this makes the experience more enjoyable and fun for both parties. I talk with them about life in general as well. I even make them become accustomed to the music I listen to. Because I want them to think of me OFTEN...

For me... It's NOT just about the money; it's about complete CONTROL of body and mind!!

I have recently retrieved one of these individuals who seek loss of control in the most extreme way... Being Consensual Blackmail. This guy is the first true scat money slave, which for me is perfect. As I have a creative imagination when it comes to that particular fetish. (To read more about Scat, go to the Scatology section here

I will be creating a post just for him on my site, when I have the time...
Which will give me MORE leverage!!!

I have already fined and taxed him on several things ;)
I ordered a small gift on his credit card which will be sent to me first... Then HE WILL PAY for me to send it to his PO Box. I wish I could see his reaction when he opens it ;)
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Scatological And Other Smelly Bits / Cabin Party Scat
« on: October 13, 2013, 05:39:12 PM »
This was a story that was requested by a slave over a year ago. The stupid little shit paid to drink a bottle of my piss, but never paid for the story. Needless to say, never did received it. Names and certain places have been changed to protect the identity ;)

Feel free to leave comments below...

Enjoy!!

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It was soon time to have a weekend with my gal pals. It seemed as though all I was looking at was the walls of my workplace, and it was driving me almost insane. Plus they were begging to have a get together at my uncle's camp for quite a while... So three weeks ago, I bit the bullet and had one hell of a party.

Friday was the beginning of the most interesting weekend of my life! I met this guy named Edward at the local grocery store. I had seen him standing by the public washroom as I was rushing in to do my business. We exchanged smiles and hellos as I passed by. It seemed as though he was patiently waiting for something or someone... I didn't have much time to observe due to major stomach cramps, and it felt as though I was going defecate myself right there, so I didn't have much time to observe due to major stomach cramps, and it felt as though I was going defecate myself right there, so I didn't have much time to observe due to major stomach cramps, and it felt as though I was going defecate myself right there, so I didn’t waste any time making my way onto the throne.


It felt like my ass was on the brink of exploding. It seemed as though I was levitating over the toilet at certain times. The flatulence and thick waste that was flowing out of me was rancid and raw... I hoped that Edward still wasn’t standing by the door, as I was sure the stench was seeping through the cracks.... The paperwork after the deed was complete, took forever... I think I may have used most of the roll, as it was just like tar pasted on a roof.


I went to flush the toilet, and the damn thing overflowed all over the floor, and it splattered on my sneakers! I was mortified and so embarrassed; I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know which way to turn... I quickly opened the door to make haste out of the store, and I ran right into Edward. It surprised me that he was still standing there. I had apologized for banging into him, and had advised him not to go in there because the toilet had overflowed. He noticed the state I was in, then looked down at my blue sneakers and seen what was on them.


Edward looked up at me, and blushed. He asked me to stay where I stood, then made his way in the washroom. I could hear loud noises, but didn’t know what the hell he was doing... What the heck was he doing? About a half an hour later, he came back out of the washroom, and asked me to come in. As I entered he motioned for me to sit down on the toilet, with my pants remaining on of course. He seemed flustered, but not threatening. I sat down as he requested. As I was sitting, I noted the toilet was fixed, and the floor was cleaned up. I didn’t ask any questions. He mumbled something about my sneakers, then bent down to take them off one at a time then turned his back to me. I couldn’t quite make out what he was doing for sure... But I believe I could hear him smelling my sneakers, and I thought that I could see him licking them as well... I pondered how strange this was as he was slowly placing them back on my feet, but was I very appreciative over this gesture... A complete stranger willing to lick the shit off my blue sneakers was unheard of... Very unorthodox, indeed! I had thanked him, shook his hand, introduced myself then offered an invitation to my party that weekend back at my uncle’s camp. He smiled and nodded, not sure of what to say in return, he scratched his head and his Tigers ball cap almost fell to the floor. I gave him directions, turned, and then left the store.


Saturday morning I arrived at the camp by 9. I began preparing for the party. I invited my ten bestest buds; not including Edward. The age range went from 23yrs to 55yrs. I didn’t expect anyone to show up until after lunch. I didn’t have many things planned, as I just wanted to relax and enjoy the outdoors. All of us are quite adventurous and open minded about what we do when we’re together. We just go with the flow.


It was 1030am, and a knock came at the door. I was shocked to see that it was Edward! I was glad to see that he decided to come. The University of Michigan jersey was sexy especially with his Tiger ball cap. It was obvious that he was nervous. I reassured him he was welcome here and to make himself comfortable. I had thanked him again for helping me clean up my mess at the grocery store the day before. His reply was him blushing, looking down at the floor. I walked over to him, put my hand on his shoulder and told him it was alright. I then asked a favor of him....


I told Edward that I was intrigued by in his actions at the grocery store, and how I thought he might be interested in being our toilet for the weekend. He pondered over the thought, however quickly agreed happily. I advised him that he needed to start his duties soon, as my company was going to arrive after lunch. He asked me to call him Eddie, as he preferred that. I obliged.


I took Eddie by the hand and led him over to one of the load bearing posts in the back of the cabin. I decided to leave his clothes on for now, as I had plans for them later on. He sat down, and I tied his hands above his head, with a blindfold on over his eyes. I covered him over with a blanket, and a sign taped to him “Human Toilet At Your Service”. We both waited in anticipation for the gals to arrive.


My 3 bestest buds got there first. Kristy (26), Christy (32), and Ashley (26).  They are a whole lotta fun, and they are up for any challenge. They know how weird I am, and are familiar with the many different fetishes I have. They made themselves at home right away and started helping me prepare the food for the weekend. They brought coffee with, and we were singing old country tunes from Patsy Cline, and Johnny Cash. Both of them had no idea that Eddie was covered up in the back, until they went to go up the stairs. They had seen the sign stuck on the blanket....


They started laughing for a few minutes, then came over to me inquiring about this designated area... I had explained how I had met Eddie, and that I thought it was a great idea to bring forward another interesting aspect of a different fetish which I wasn’t familiar with, and how I was willing to play with the idea. Experimentation is an excellent way of staying on top of the world. Plus I told them I wanted everyone here to use him as the useless, scum sucking, worthless septic slug that he was, as this is what he desires most. This was his ultimate fetish. To be pissed, and defecated on. To be used as the trash can for everyone’s waste.


As the people came flowing in the cabin, I continued with my explanation, and was humiliating Eddie in front of everyone.


Tara (25), Melissa (55), and Aly (23) were reluctant at first, however warmed up to the laughter and joined in on the humiliation. Shanna (28), and Sandi (36), actually walked over to Eddie and started stepping on his legs thinking it was a gag... But quickly found out I wasn’t joking. Then Sierra (24), and Cassie (50) went along with it easily by stomping over to him, and spitting all over the blanket, humiliating him by calling him a pig, wanting him to roll in pig slops. By the time everyone had arrived, it was supper time. But no one had used him yet...


We all had started drinking and was listening to some Taylor Swift, followed by Loretta Lynn. Ashley went over to Eddie. She stood over him for a few minutes, wondering if she should use him or not. I walked over and stood by her. I told her that I needed to pee too, and that we should piss on him together at the same time. A moan came from under the blanket... We looked at one another and giggled, then nodded our heads.


Ashley and I pulled the blanket back, Eddie was still blind folded. We pulled our pants down. She hovered over the bottom half making his crotch completely soaked, and I practically sat on his head, and it ran down over his head and face. The urine from the both of us made him instantly hard. Once we was finished, we just ignored he was there, and covered him back up.


As the night went on, I noticed no one was using Eddie except Ashley and I ... No one had even gone to the outhouse. So I decided to act. I went outside and made a campfire. I untied Eddie and told everyone to come out for a roast. I tied Eddie back up outside to a tree, but this time he was lying down face up with his clothes still on. I wanted that Michigan jersey to be unrecognizable due to the waste brought forth upon it.


Kristy and I walked over to the pitiful, blindfolded Eddie. Me, in my bare feet in the dirt; forced open his mouth with my toes. As I stared down at his big mouth, I had asked Kristy if she was on her period. She looked at me and laughed and told me that she was. She pulled down her pants, and panties and yanked out her blood filled tampon. I ordered him to open wide as she dropped it into his mouth. He chewed on it while I pissed over his face. Once I was finished, Kristy released her wretched wind as she pressed her ass right against his nose and told him to take a wiff.


Ashley laughed hysterically, and the other girls started becoming a bit more comfortable with the idea. The girls started lining up as the night went on. Pissing on different parts of his body. Sandi has decided she was going to be a toe pisser, as she urinated over his feet countless amounts of times throughout the night.


Sierra would just stand on his stomach letting her flood go over his shirt. Eddies shirt was so soaked... Aly casually came over and placed her ass on his chest and left a stinking steaming pile of shit sitting there. I thought his jersey was still too clean. I untied his hands, and with all my weight, I aggressively stepped up on his forehead, and I ordered Eddie to smear Aly’s shit over his jersey until he found it too pasty to do it anymore. The pathetic ass did as he was told. Then I tied his hands back up.


Tara, Shanna, and Cassie shot their urine on Eddie from a distance to see who could pee the furthest.... Cassie won, as it landed directly in his mouth. It was priceless watching his tongue wiggle about his lips to catch every drop.


The night was a lot of fun, but it was time to finally get some much needed sleep. I had untied Eddie from the tree, and sent him back to his post, but this time I tied up his feet to the post, I took his jersey off, then tied his hands behind his back. I retrieved an old pillow and decided that I would defecate, and urinate all over it, and I used his jersey as a pillowcase for him to lay his head on. I thought that he’d enjoy the pungent fragrance of waste under him as he slept during the night. Before I went to bed I wished him a good night, and that I’d see him in the morning.


The next morning, Eddie woke up to my flood pouring down on his face. I think he aspirated some, as he coughed a bit when it flooded his mouth. Once I was finished, I bent down, and lifted up his blindfold. I told him good morning sunshine and how it was a great way to start the day. A few of us wanted to go on my uncles speed boat later, before we all went home that evening. But first we all required having breakfast.


We sat around the big open space eating the bacon and eggs we made. The left over scraps were fed to our human garbage can. He seemed to enjoy that, especially when we’d step on his feet demanding him to open his mouth as we did it. Kristy needed to empty her bowels badly right after. So she did just that all over his face. Good thing he still had his blind fold on, as it was a very shitty situation, as her defecate slowly ran down his cheeks, and through his hair. Eddie kept moaning in excitement each time someone used him.


Tara, and Melissa pissed all over his naked torso, and Sandi really enjoyed urinating over his feet. She liked how he’d wiggle his toes.  Aly stomped over, plopped her ass right on top of his face, and let the most vial gas expel from her ass. She only had a couple of nuggets drop into his mouth, but he ate them up just the same as it was his breakfast. She demanded him to lick her ass clean of the shit. He didn’t waste any time getting to his duty. Sierra and Cassie both pissed over his crotch while spitting in Eddie’s mouth.


Eddie was really enjoying this; and I must admit I was as well. I found it quite interesting, and I was looking forward to everyone leaving so I could really get him to do what I wanted without having an audience.


All of us walked down to the boat, drinks in hand. I had brought Eddie along with us, but this time I chose to have him down to his underwear. I took off his blindfold so he could see his surroundings. We all boarded the boat. I had Eddie sit in the front. We were in the middle of the lake when Kristy stood up, pulled down her pants to slide another blood filled tampon out of her. She stepped on his foot while telling the trash can to open up. He quickly did as he was told. Kristy dropped the tampon in his mouth. He chewed it clean within a matter of minutes... Shanna couldn’t hold her bladder anymore... She lifted up her skirt, pulled down her panties, and backed her ass up on his face. He opened his mouth wide waiting to drink her juice. As it slowly trickled out, his tongue flickered to catch all her piss. Shanna stood there for a extra few minutes, as I think she was enjoying the feel of his tongue going in and out of her.


I noticed through the boat ride Eddie was staring at me, it seemed as though he was trying to tell me something. I kept anticipating everyone’s departure so I could have a little fun with my toilet by myself.


Once we got back to the camp, some of the gals had to head back. Christy, Kristy, Ashley, and Aly remained. We thought we would have a BBQ. Then make Smores by the campfire. I wanted to go for a swim and freshen up as the four girls prepared supper. I invited Eddie to tag along with me.


I stripped down naked, and let my long brown hair flow down over my back. Slowly I crept into the water. It was so cold at first. As I turned around I seen Eddie wasn’t in the water yet. I motioned for him come along. He held his head down low as he entered the water. Once he came closer to me, I asked him what was bothering him. He explained that he wasn’t ready to wash the stench off himself yet, and how badly he didn’t want this time to end. I placed my hand on his shit stained face and smiled. I reassured him that his job wasn’t complete yet, and that I wanted him clean for his next task.


After I washed myself, I helped Eddie. The fecal matter was dried in his hair, making it very difficult to wash out. I scrubbed his back, and he scrubbed mine. It felt really good. The gals hollered to us that supper was ready, so Eddie and I casually walked back to the camp completely naked.


We both went inside; I grabbed my blue furry short shorts, and my white snug college football tee. I threw a pair of shorts at Eddie, but he wanted to air dry... I smiled at the thought. We sat down at the picnic table; having a normal BBQ’d supper. We all indulged in conversation about music, sports, fetishes, and other interests. I always enjoy talking about sex, and fetishes. It intrigues, and fascinates me. I try to keep an open mind at all times, no matter what it is. Eddie even participated in conversation by talking about his fetishes and experiences.


Eating Smore’s by the fire; Christy, Kristy, Ashley, and Aly had to head back to reality. We hugged and said our goodbyes. They thought Eddie was a great guy, and said we’d have to do this again sometime, as it was interesting having a human toilet at our disposal. We all agreed.


After they left, I turned to see Eddie looking at me in wonder. It was like he was pondering over what lays ahead for him for the rest of the evening... I hugged him, and pecked him on the cheek, turned and walked toward the water. He stood there confused, but followed me.


He stopped walking when I did. From a short distance he watched as I slowly took off my clothes. I sat on the grass, and began to play with myself. The weekend had me excited. I couldn’t wait until I could finally masturbate. I came over and over again. I could feel the sensation that I was going to squirt. I looked over at Eddie, and I commanded him to walk over and to bury his face deep on my pussy so he could drink my squirting cum. My hips rocked hard against his face as I was grabbing his hair. He held his mouth open anticipating my squirting nectar. Then it came, spurting out as I pulsated. I was holding his hair so hard, that a small clump came out....


Eddies cock was throbbing hard. I ordered him to lay on his back. I squatted down with my back towards him, and I spread my ass cheeks so Eddie could clearly see my asshole. I told Eddie to hold his hand out. As soon as he did that, my bowels began to empty in his hands, right before his eyes. Once I was finished my business, I turned to look at him. He had the look of amazement on his face. I instructed Eddie to lick my asshole clean, as he was rubbing his cock with his shit covered hands. I advised him not to stop until the job was completed.


Eddie immediately went to cleaning my ass with his mouth, working that tongue so well. I could hear him whacking his pathetic little shit covered cock. As he kept licking my ass, I kept shitting out little tiny bits. I even caught myself touching my pussy as I loved him eating my asshole. It didn’t take long for both of us to cum together, as I squirted on his hair and he shot his load in the air. I got up and wiped his cum on a piece of toilet paper. I walked towards Eddie while he was still laying there... I stepped on his foot demanding the garbage can to open. I stuffed the cum filled paper in his mouth. As I looked down at him, I told him that it was his desert, and to enjoy every last chew.


Eddie and I both had a great weekend. We agreed that we’d have to do this again sometime. With a hug and a peck on the cheek, Eddie walked off, naked in the woods to his vehicle, and drove away.


I thought to myself afterwards... I hope to see him at the grocery store again someday...
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